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I heard some things that made me sad today. I was in my bedroom. Both my bedroom and Aidan's bedroom face the street. One of the neighbor's children was calling up to Aidan. I listened as he said things like: "Are you stupid?" "Cheesy boy." "Boob-kisser." "Nasty white boy." "Stinky boy." and "Butt face." to my 3 1/2 year old son in an astonishingly hateful voice. Rage welled inside of me. I am hard-pressed to understand what my son ever did to wrong this kid other than not always be allowed outside to play when he was.
I know I'm not the most social person around. I know also that I don't let Aidan run around outside when![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mechanchaos or I can't be there to watch him.
This certainly doesn't make me overly anxious to let Aidan play with him and his siblings either. I want to cry. I want to blow up at their mom for being seemingly oblivious to it, for not being outside to keep an eye on her kids more often than not.
I'm wondering what the kid's mom must say about us when we're not around.
I'm also wondering if I am a bad parent.
I know I'm not the most social person around. I know also that I don't let Aidan run around outside when
mechanchaos or I can't be there to watch him. This certainly doesn't make me overly anxious to let Aidan play with him and his siblings either. I want to cry. I want to blow up at their mom for being seemingly oblivious to it, for not being outside to keep an eye on her kids more often than not.
I'm wondering what the kid's mom must say about us when we're not around.
I'm also wondering if I am a bad parent.
