I'm a bad dada sometimes. I try to do what's right in my daily life, but when it comes to individual interactions with others, I miss opportunities to stand up for what I think is right. AND, I wind up regretting it many hours after the fact - reliving the scene over and over in my mind and wondering why I didn't stand up for my own kid.
We were at the Art Explosion in Mission this afternoon, Paulo started playing with some big kids and they were picking on him. I told them not to, but they still did it. And instead of intervening again, I watched them once again bully my kid and didn't do anything about it. He was 2 and his other friend was 3. Paulo is 1 1/2.
The kid's dad was next to me. Some white dude wearing tevas and taking out his blackberry to shoot video of his kid running around. I didn't like him, and I think he knew this.
So when the kid fell back on purpose to intentionally make Paulo fall down, I grabbed Paulo and picked him up and hugged him. I rubbed his eyes and his back and told him, "Don't worry about this kid, I got your back, I got your back." I told him that I wasn't sure why this kid was beefing on him.
In hindsight, and this is what steams me about the whole situation when looking back at it, I SHOULD have told the kid to apologize to Paulo. Instead I blew off responsibility for the kid and looked to the father to say something. When he didn't, I felt like punching him in the face and getting in a fight. Get all tenderloin on'em!!!
But that's just stupid, and I should have been smarter about the situation when it happened. Lesson learned, but next time for sure you know I'm gonna stand up for my kid.
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