Mason has had quite a bit of exposure to other kids. Bigger kids. He has several cousins that he plays with on a regular basis and they are all sweet to him. I think he feels very comfortable with these kids, and may even "boss" some of them around.
On Saturday, we went to a birthday party, and at this party, I experienced a brand new emotion that I can't even put a name on. (And if you attended or hosted said birthday party, this is between us!)
There were some older kids there too. The ones I have in mind were maybe 3 and 4. I was so proud of my sweet little boy. I expected him to be clingy and shy because there were so many people there. But he crawled right out of my lap and made his way to the toys. The toy he wanted to play with the most was a V-tech truck that made lots of noise and had lots of buttons. I watched with pride and a little sadness as he cruised his way on over to that toy...and had it
jerked out of his hands. This is where that new emotion comes in. He wasn't trying to
take the toy, he was just trying to touch the buttons and he had it repeatedly jerked away from him. At one point the other boys even grabbed his hands and moved them away from the truck.
Okay, I know kids. I know at some point my child will probably do something similar. I know these little boys just saw him as another kid trying to take their toy, but I felt the most insane sense of over-protectiveness I've ever felt in my life. I waited for the mother to say something. She didn't. I wanted to say something. I had to bite my tongue to keep my anger from spewing out at these unsuspecting preschoolers. "Hey!" I wanted to say. "He's a baby!" "He's not trying to take your toy!" "Push his hand out of the way again and see what happens!" Those were the things (among others) that I wanted to say, but I kept my mouth shut.
After thinking about this for two days, I'm not angry at the kids...they were just being kids. I'm not angry at the mother...her kids were just being kids. I'm just shocked at the feeling of sadness that I felt when I thought my baby was being pushed around. I have never in my life felt that kind of feeling, at least not that strong. I wish I could put a better name on it than sadness or over-protectiveness, but that's all I can come up with.
And okay, I know now after rereading this that I may have slightly overreacted, but this is my baby, my pride and joy, and my heart breaks to think of anyone mistreating him, ever.
And now, I will simmer down. =)