• Skip to content
  • Skip to secondary menu
  • Skip to primary sidebar
  • Skip to footer
  • Home
  • Shop ModernMom
  • Become An Insider

ModernMom

The premiere destination for moms

  • Parenting
    • Pregnancy
    • Baby
    • Kids
    • Tweens and Teens
    • ModernMom Monday Videos
  • Cooking
  • Living Healthy
    • Breast Cancer
    • Health & Fitness
    • Body after Baby
    • Beauty
    • Relationships
    • Love
  • Lifestyle
    • Crafts
    • At Home
    • Education
    • Travel
    • Pets
    • Decorate
    • Money
    • Brooke Burke
  • Celebrate
    • Holidays
      • Easter
      • Valentine’s Day
      • New Year’s
      • Christmas
      • Hanukah
      • Halloween
      • Thanksgiving
    • Birthdays
    • Parties
  • Must Have
  • Contests
  • Entertainment

Playground Hooligans: What Would You Do?

July 14, 2011 by The Unnatural Mother Leave a Comment

Yesterday I went to watch a baseball game with my best friend to see her son play, and because we were with a four-year-old and a soon to be four-year-old, I had the opportunity to watch maybe one inning. The park by the field was way too enticing for our other children and all they wanted to do was play. I volunteered to take them, I’m not going to lie, I wanted the opportunity to check twitter, and write a few notes for my blog. As soon as we arrived at the park there were two boys horsing around with some girls that were sitting under the monkey bars playing house, the girls ages ranged from four to ten. It was the classic let’s bother the girls, try-to-impress-them innocent teasing.

I shut down twitter, saved my notes and became Gladys Kravitz when I heard the boys using every curse word ever invented, including the forbidden C word. The boys were relentless. One boy started to brag that he had been cursing since he was five. A spunky little girl of about nine quickly responded that she didn’t think that was cool at all. It made me proud, I mumbled to myself “good girl!”. My boys were oblivious as to what was going on, but I certainly was not. As the boys continued to disrespect the girls with more disgusting terminology and some very inappropriate gestures (things I’ve never even seen or heard, and I don’t fancy myself a prude), I started to get as mad as a bull in a ring. It was obvious that the girls were getting upset. During this exchange I learned that the boys were seven and nine, I was flabbergasted that boys of this age would know such rude words. When the seven year old asked the girls if they knew what the word Twat was I could not believe my ears. It was at this very moment that I couldn’t hold back, steam was coming from every orifice of my body much like Elmer Fudd. I was mad that these five girls had to be subjected to this. Hell, I was mad that I, my sons, and my friend’s son were subjected to this. Whether the boys knew that they were treating the girls with such disrespect was unclear, all I knew that I didn’t like it one bit. I wasn’t sure if it was my place to step in or not. Who the hell am I to teach anybody but my own children a lesson? But for me it was impossible NOT to step in. I knew the risk that I was about to take, by not minding my own business I was about to open up a can of worms – a potential confrontation with the boy’s parents, guardians, hell big brothers. But I took the leap based on the foundation I grew up with: respect everyone as individuals, treat everyone with kindness, stick up for someone when they can’t stick up for themselves, and don’t take any wooden nickels.

After I heard the boy spew the “T” word, I popped up from my bench like an over wound jack-in-the-box and got on my own soapbox. With authority I said “Excuse me boys, but the language you are using is inappropriate and I’d like you to stop. It’s disrespectful to me, to these girls and my children. I know you are nice boys, right, you’re nice boys?” they boys said very faintly “yes” “and I don’t think your mom, dad, grandma would like to know the words that you are using.” The nine year old went and hid behind a slide but the seven year old piped up and “my mom uses that word”, I responded with “I don’t care about the words that your mom uses, the words that you have said are disgusting, rude and disrespectful. Is your mom here? Would you like me to tell her what you said?” The seven year old responded with “my mom’s not here” in which I replied “Well, you’re here with someone, does anyone know who he‘s here with?” one girl off to the side, a teenager of about 14 said “Yes but I don’t want to get involved.” I said “That’s okay, I’ll find out.” I marched off the playground, grabbed my children and headed to the field. I had no idea what I was going to do, there was no way that I was going to ask every parent at the baseball field if this was their child or not- all I hoped was that I scared them enough to stop the use of those words, it ended at the park and that there would be no other confrontations.

Within a few minutes at the field I was relaying to my best friend what happened, flabbergasted at the words and gestures they boys were using. We could over hear someone relaying this same exact story, but also heard them say “the one in the black shirt” (yep that was me) I braced myself for a confrontation, hunched my shoulders and turned around. A woman said from her seat, “Thank you, this is my best friend’s son and his mouth is atrocious. I am not sure where he gets it from, but I’ll be speaking to his mother. This has actually made my life a little easier.” I can only assume that this was an ongoing issue, and I was the perfect scapegoat for her to finally approach her friend about this subject.

About half an hour later the boys wanted to go back to the park, I obliged. The same girls were there, playing nicely and uninterrupted. One little girl came up to me and said “Thank you, they had to apologize to me and my parents”. I smiled and said, “I’m happy to hear that”.

I confidently walked to the bench and smiled, feeling much like a superhero that did their job. I sat down and started typing away. I couldn’t miss the opportunity for a great blog!

Comments

comments

Filed Under: Uncategorized

About The Unnatural Mother

The name "The Unnatural Mother" came to Deanna a little over eight years ago when her first son was born. She was told that her maternal instincts would kick in as soon as the baby came flying out of her vajayjay. Eight years later, a ton of gray hair, and Deanna is still waiting for those maternal instincts to kick her in the ass! In the meantime, she writes, runs, and manages the stress of working full time, spaghetti on the ceiling, a dumped out fish bowl, a lizard, two active boys, being a wife to an incredible husband who busts her chops - daily, which of course, leaves her no time to clean the house. To catch more on how Deanna tries to get it all done without completely failing visit her at The Unnatural Mother, www.theunnaturalmother.com. Twitter love: @UnnaturalMother
Deanna

Reader Interactions

Primary Sidebar

Search

Tell a friend

  • Facebook
  • Instagram
  • Pinterest
  • Twitter
  • YouTube
ModernMom Boutique

ModernMom TV

Featured

10 Things I Want My Daughter To Know

The other day one of my teenage daughters told me she was … [Read More...] about 10 Things I Want My Daughter To Know

Must Have

STEM-related Toys to Include in Your Child’s Easter Basket This Year 

April has arrived which means it’s time to pull out the food … [Read More...] about STEM-related Toys to Include in Your Child’s Easter Basket This Year 

Did you know?

basal temperature as sign of pregnancy

Basal Temperature As Sign of Pregnancy

Do You Have to Refrigerate Glazed Donuts?

Do You Have to Refrigerate Glazed Donuts?

stop a new piercing from itching

How to Stop a New Piercing From Itching

Married Man Hides His Feelings For You

How To Know If A Married Man Hides His Feelings For You

Baby Brain Development in the Womb

How Does IVF Work

How Does IVF Work?

Fruit Salad Recipes With Fewer Than Five Ingredients

Fruit Salad Recipes With Fewer Than Five Ingredients

Footer

  • About Us
  • Contact ModernMom
  • Advertise With Us
  • Press
  • Privacy Policy
  • Terms of Use
  • Contributors

Copyright © 2022 Modern Mom. All Rights Reserved.

Reproduction of any portion of this website only at the express permission of Mom, Inc.

The information provided on ModernMom is for educational use only. It should not be used as a substitute for professional medical advice, diagnosis or treatment.