Dear white middle-class mom who takes her children to the park,
I know you are overworked, tired, needing a break, and perhaps annoyed by your badly behaved children. I feel the same way at times. But your partially-socialized, partially matured little human being is not capable of acting for any length of time in an appropriate way toward other children.
Little five-year-old Ricky is throwing dirt and mulch at smaller children; he’s running over my son, who is two years old. He’s saying rude and mean things to my son, calling him a baby and telling him to get out of the way.
Meanwhile you are there with your girlfriend chatting away about whatever, oblivious (or deliberately ignoring) your son’s atrocious behavior. I stare at you to see whether you are planning to intervene, and you studiously avoid eye contact.
I realized today at the park that I’m not afraid of Obama being president for another four years, as bad as that will be. I’m afraid of the Missing in Action Park Moms and their bullying, bratty children. Not only have we lost good ol’ Christian virtue, we’ve even lost all semblance of manners. These are basically little pagan parents and children running around, living out Lord of the Flies on the playground.
Our country will go from bad to worse because of you and your crappy parenting. Sure, everyone can have a bad day and just need to detach from it all, but you don’t detach when your heathen child is at the park with smaller kids, pushing them around.
To forestall objections, I am fine with my son wrestling, getting dirty, possibly getting injured climbing up on equipment, playing chase with other kids, etc. I’m not fine with boys three to six years older than him being mean and ugly to him. Hell no.
But with our litigious culture, I only intervene when other kids really cross the line, when the safety of my children is in danger or they are being so mean that something has to be done immediately.