I wish I had a momma bear roar but I’m a Byrd, not a bear.
Lately there’s things happening in one of my kids activities that I’m just lost as to how to deal with it.
It’s not even one issue. It’s several little issues.
The first issue I put on my big girl panties and nicely confronted it with the people in charge. I wasn’t looking for a direct change to the issue, I was simply wanting to let them know what happened and hear their feedback on the problem.
Now because of cliques and the issue I brought up being spread around in a group by someone else, there’s people no longer talking to me or acknowledging me. Sigh. I can take it because remember, I have my big girl panties on.
Yes, it still stings. Everyone wants to be liked. I want to be liked but I also want to be able to bring up issues involving my kids and have my privacy in dealing with that issue respected. It wasn’t and it stinks but I’m just going to let it blow over because it will. Cliques are fickle and that’s just a fact.
But this week the issue turned to my kids. Now part of me is wondering if the issue stems from the other issue that I’m involved in with a coach.
If it is, than shame on that person for taking it out on kids. If it’s not, than shame on me for thinking it could be.
Now the thing is that I don’t know where to draw the line. Do I just send more emails asking for resolutions or go to talk to them face-to-face without coming across as a crazy over bearing parent. Is it something I should just let go and finish out this season and just hope it’s better next year?
And then the kicker is that one of our daughters was hurt this weekend participating in a team event. It was minor and we didn’t even go to the doctor, we just kept an eye on her. But none of the coaches came to check on her to make sure she was ok. She competed again 30 minutes later and it was obvious that something was wrong. She came in dead last by a long shot which is beyond rare for her. Yet none of the coaches said a thing. It’s just baffling to me. She asked me today why none of the coaches came to see how she was doing after she was hurt. I simply just told her that I didn’t know.
So when do I let my inner momma bear roar?
It’s a fine line to walk as a parent; protecting your kids without seaming overbearing and a recognition seeker.
Put this down with things no one tells you about raising children right next to you’ll forever pee when you sneeze hard and the monsters under the bed are usually shaped like a strawberry and covered in mold.