I would like to think of myself as a pretty darn likable person as well as a respectful mother who is nurturing and kind to the wee ones in my life. I obey and follow all of the unspoken park rules.

So I never would have imagined that a “Momfrontation” might happen to me.

It all started at a local park where myself and Betty took our two sweet tot’s and my then new little baby bean. Everything was going like a typical playdate at the park. We were all playing in the sand and I went to check on baby bean who was asleep in her stroller. When I heard someone raising their voice. I looked up and was shocked to see another mother crouched down in my toddlers face wagging her finger and well frankly, yelling. Then it hit me, that heated feeling when you know your a mother and need to protect your young. I calmly walked over and asked her to stop yelling at my son. She then proceeded to tell me that my son had pushed her son down the slide (a pretty typical thing to happen at a park) and that I should be watching my child. I agreed and said that I was checking on my baby. Her response was getting pretty heated, “Maybe you shouldn’t have had another if you can’t handle two!” Ding ding! Take your corners ladies!

I looked at my son and asked him to apologize to the little boy. This is something I would have done anyways. Then I asked him to go back to playing. I looked this “Momster” in the face and said, “Are you happy now?” I guess this was the wrong thing to say because she then flew off the handle calling me crazy and shouting at the top of her lungs that I needed help, I had a few choice lines myself. Letting her know I do have a psychologist and suggested maybe she should get one. Also duly noted was the fact that both Betty and myself witnessed her slapping her child across the face no more than five minutes prior. Yes, I mentioned that as well. Yes, I was using my outside voice. Yes in reflection, I am not proud about it. None the less it happened.

I then tried to walk away back to my son who was telling me about how he was scared of her. She took her tot and made her way into the sand area only to encourage her child (who was under two I believe) to yell and call me names… classy eh?

About five minutes later she stammered off yelling how she was never coming back to this park again… blah blah blah. Insert incorrect grammar here with a few obscure curse words.

Still feeling the adrenaline from it all I turned to see the other mothers and fathers looking at me. A sick feeling replaced my super human like feeling. I was “that mom” the one you steer clear of and usher your children to the opposite side of the park. Still I felt justified as no one really knew what had truly gone on besides myself and “momster” So I ask you all now what would you do?