I remember two stories in particular that my mom told me about over the years, and they blow my mind. I was reminded of one the other week when I was parenting my kids and wasn’t comfortable with their running the campground on their own at ages 5 and 10, to which my mom replied, “Oh they’re fine. You used to run around by yourself when you were 4.”
Then I remembered and realize how unreliable her “Oh they’re fine”, really was. This coming from the woman who DID let me, a 4 year old, run around in an unfenced campground, consisting of hundreds of people, along a main road, covering acres of land.
Her story: One year when you (me) were little, I was working in the kitchen and you were running around by yourself in camp. Someone came running in telling me that you were up at the street standing by a stopped car full of teenage guys who were talking to you. Someone had noticed it and yelled, and the guys drove off.
WTF. Maybe, um, that’s what happens when you leave a 4 year old running around alone. I mean…right??? WTF mom, did you not care? This leads into story number two. As if I didn’t have enough of this shit in my life, what’s one more asshole.
Her other story: Yea, one time we were at church and I was talking with so-and-so. You were playing with some man and you were climbing on the pews and he was laughing and playing with you. Uncle G came up to me and told me that the man who was playing with you had a history of pedophilia, and so I just kept an eye on you.
Again I say, WTF. I’m very angry, disgusted, and hurt. When I hear people looking out for their kids, or fathers being good fathers, it upsets me. I mean its great, but I wish I had that. Why did no one care about me like that? Why was I not important enough?
Would it have been that much work to come scoop me up and keep me safe? Why let me get that close to fire? God I’m pissed.