Foibles

It is a good thing I don't really believe in heaven because chances are pretty slim I would ever manage to get there anyway. My life is sometimes a constant series of me saying, thinking and /or doing things that either piss people off, hurt people's feelings or just aggravate the hell outta me.

Example 1: I did hurt feelings when I explained about N being upset about her playdate friend, and even though I don't question my decision I do regret hurting someone. She loves her daughter just as fiercely as I love mine and is equally protective. I always feel badly when something I say makes someone else feel hurt or wronged.

Example 2: Yep, the whole N playdate thing again. N is 3. Yes, nearly 4, but still 3, and so still a baby to me. Was I too much of a butt-in-ski? Should I have just let N work it out, whatever she was/is feeling, on her own? My heart says no because N is generally a sensitive kid and doesn't fully understand her feelings and if she is saying stuff I need to take it seriously, but my head wonders if I just let "mama bear" run spastic.

But what is done is done, and I have probably angered this other mom to the point where she will duck her head whenever she sees me coming.

That is one of the harder things about this being a mom business. My adult friendships of the moment are tied to N's friendships of the moment because moms with preschoolers are the only adults I see. So if N's friendships sour, in all likelihood, my friendships will sour as well, at least to some extent. Or vice versa--if my friendship with a mom sours, N's friendship will take a hit too.

Hell, it is hard enough to maintain friendships when you don't have to take into account your preschooler's emotional and social health/development and the ferocious mama bear who lives in all of us.