I had a great Mom of the year moment at our playdate this morning. We explored a new playground in Nahant, and walked down the street to throw rocks in the ocean too. Good times had by all.
Pete managed to jump off the playground equipment from the very top while I was pushing Chester in the swing. He's fine, but the other mother and I had just finished talking about older children being bad influences at our other local playgrounds.
We walked down the street to the beach, where my children proceeded to pick up handfuls of sand to throw into the ocean while her children picked up the rocks to throw into the ocean. Perhaps we need to visit the beach more often so they learn proper behavior with sand.
Chester managed to get swamped by a large wave, soaking his shoes and pants. Did I mention today is November 14 and we're on a beach just North of Boston? Thankfully it was 65 degrees outside today, so he wasn't in danger, and in fact, he wasn't even uncomfortable. We walked back to the car and I stripped him down to a new diaper and sweatshirt, and he still wanted to play on the playground instead of going home. Why didn't I have a change of clothes for him in the car? Because I never replaced them after his poosplosion incident at Chase's birthday party a few months back.
Finally, on the walk back to the car, Pete decided to dash ahead to the end of the block. Seeing as how it was a quiet street, and the end of the block was our car, I didn't even think twice about letting him run ahead. Meanwhile her children walked quietly along with us. He did stay on the sidewalk (as I expected!) and he did stop at the parked truck (as I instructed by yelling from 100 yards behind him) but I did feel a little bad for the example my child set in front of her obedient children.
This is only our second playdate, and I really enjoy the Mom's company, so I'm hoping my boys' energetic behavior hasn't scared her off. The kids did play well together, so as long as her children don't start jumping off the top of the slides, I'm hoping she'll give us another few chances. I may not be Mom of the year if being Mom of the year means well-behaved angels, but like most of the Moms I know, I'm trying my best.
After all, this is just a normal day in our wild lives! My boys are curious, adventurous and brilliant. They are tiring, trying and stubborn. I see myself in them, and I see my husband in them. As far as I'm concerned, that makes them perfect and perfectly mine. My children are somewhere on a spectrum between "spirited" to "total hooligans" but I love for who they are and I wouldn't trade them for well-behaved children. Well, usually I wouldn't trade them in, but there are some days when I see obedient, docile children happily playing quietly...