Don’t Judge Me for Having Fun with My Kid, and I Won’t Judge You for Not Joining In

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I get it; the whole free-range parenting trend is super popular right now. But honestly, it just isn’t a fit for where I’m at in life. I didn’t wake up one day and decide to be the “helicopter mom” — it’s my little guy who demands my attention. He misses me after a long day at work and insists that I join him for playtime at the park. And let’s face it, he’s a toddler! I didn’t even realize I was being a helicopter parent until someone pointed out that my presence might be a bit much for the other parents who prefer to stay on the sidelines.

Trust me, I’d love to sit back and relax while watching the world go by, but my 2-year-old has other ideas. “Mom, get off the bench! Come play!” he insists, pulling at my leg until I get up. I sigh to myself, wishing I could sneak in some “me time” as I watch him play, but no, I’m the designated fun mom who has to join in on the action. Why can’t my mere presence be enough? I envy you bench-dwellers.

It’s interesting how dads often get labeled as the fun ones, the wild and crazy parents. In my home, though, I’m the one who’s always ready for a good time. It’s all fun and games until you find yourself being dragged off the bench by a 2-year-old who thinks putting sand down your shirt is hilarious.

But don’t worry, mom on the bench — I’m not judging your choice to take a breather while I’m being the active parent. I couldn’t care less about your kid testing her limits. If she falls, that’s your problem, not mine! I let my son stumble all the time without making a fuss. I mean, I might even laugh and ask, “Did you just fall?!” because let’s be real, falling can be pretty funny.

It must be nice to chat with other moms while I’m running around playing with the little ones. But before you judge my involvement, just know that the only way I can survive these chaotic activities is to dive right in. So yes, I’m having a blast, and yes, I might act like a kid myself, zooming down slides and coaxing my son to cross the bridge.

And just to set your mind at ease, my kid’s social skills are just fine. He’s in preschool five days a week, and even has a little girlfriend he kisses goodbye (shoutout to Mia!). When we hit the park, he wants to play with me because he thinks I’m fun. And guess what? Your kid thinks I’m fun too!

At first, your child might be a little unsure about me, trying to figure out if I’m a threat or just a big kid. Before long, though, I’m playing with your child too. I keep looking up to make sure you don’t think I’m some weirdo, but honestly, I’m just here to have a good time.

So, let’s cut each other some slack. I’m not here to ruin your park experience, and I definitely don’t judge you for enjoying a break. In fact, I kinda envy your little moment of peace. So while I’m entertaining your kids, know that I’m helping keep them occupied and out of your hair. You’re welcome! We might just be better friends than you think, so maybe save me a spot next time?

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Summary

This piece discusses the dynamics of parenting, particularly the tension between active and passive parental roles in public spaces like parks. The author shares a personal account of their experience as an engaged parent while playfully addressing the judgment often faced from other parents. It highlights the importance of mutual understanding and acceptance in the parenting community.