I was busy talking. I was deep in conversation with one of my favorite friends when a sparkly pink shoe flew out of nowhere and hit me in the face.
It was a stunning moment.
The shoe belongs to my youngest daughter, my Princess. We were four hours into our new Friday class routine which includes acting and improv, music, voice lessons and free time in the gym. While I was chatting in the gym, she was bouncing around me, as she often does.
She hit her limit.
Now, maybe you’re thinking about what you would have done if your child took off her shoe and pelted you in the face with it in a public place. There are a lot of ways I could have handled this situation.
Note: this was the second time this week my girl used her shoe to get my attention. Her aim is improving rapidly.
Another note: I’ve been having a tough week. Actually, a tough month. I’m seriously grumps about the whole summer is over / get back to work thing.
I was upset. “Why did you do that? That really hurt!” Then I stopped myself.
We don’t have to return our child’s anger and frustration with more anger and frustration. It doesn’t get us anywhere.
And it’s not like I was bleeding or anything.
We left. Ten minutes later, when we were alone in the car I said, “Please don’t ever hit me with your shoe again. If you want my attention, ask me.”
She told me she knew it was wrong, but she “lost her marbles.” She went on to say, “you weren’t paying attention to me.”
She’s right. I was busy talking. I didn’t notice that she was trying to get my attention for some time before taking off her sparkly shoe.
After talking it over, all is forgiven. She’s going to keep her shoes to herself and let me know nicely when she needs my attention. I’m going to do my best to hear her and be more aware of her limits.
The day ended the way it began. No bruises, no grudges. Peace.