Don’t mess with my kids.
I am vicious and unrelenting when someone attacks them,
either verbally or physically.
However, what I wasn’t prepared for is my beautiful Hannah
growing up and boys taking notice to her.
We were at the Lagoon not long ago when she slid down one of
the big slides, swam over to me, chatted for a bit, then got out of the water
to go back up the steps to slide down again.
A group of young teenage boys (like 15, maybe 16 years old) began
making cat-calls and one even said “Look at that a**.”
I LOST MY MIND!
“Excuse me? She is 10 years old. TEN YEARS OLD.” I said, as
I was near enough to slap them upside their heads (I didn’t, and I want bonus
points for that. Because really????)
And then the village idiot of the group said “Yea, but she
got that a**.”
Ok, now you’ve disrespected my daughter, and me. And I
understand peer pressure, and I am sure he was just showing off for his
friends, though the rest of group looked like they were ready to run for the
hills and never come back.
“She’s ten, you little puke. You know what they call guys
like you oogle ten year olds? Pedophiles, that’s they call them.”
By this time I think I was starting to get through to him,
though maybe he was just terrified by the lady that was screaming at him.
I continued my rant, “Ya know what, where is your mother?
I’d like for you to tell her what you just said about my ten-year-old daughter.
And I’d like to let her know that obviously she didn’t spank your butt enough
because you have no control over your mouth and the filth that spills out of
it.”
I should point out the rest of group by now is apologizing
to me, and saying that they were wrong, and sorry. So very, very sorry. But
Village Idiot was just staring at me, kind of “deer in the headlight” like.
“You know what, forget talking to your mom.” When he heard
this he let out a huge sigh, kind of like a deflated balloon. But my rant was
not over. “Instead, you need to tell her father what you just said about his
little girl.”
“What?” He finally found his voice. “No ma’am, please.” (Oh,
I see, he finally found his manners. Amazing.) “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”
“Alright, we won’t go find him and tell him what you dirty
little mouth said. But you seriously need to think twice before you go spouting
off about a girl because every girl out here at this pool, every girl you ever
meet, is someone’s little girl- no matter what the age. And no girl deserves
that disrespect. Okay?”
“Yes ma’am. I understand.”
“Aright. You boys have a good day.” And will that they all
swam off and I literally did not see them for the remainder of our day. I mean,
they disappeared, probably hiding off in the deep end watching my every move to
see if my husband was some hulk of a man with threatening tattoos. I wonder if
they noticed that I was there alone?
Still doesn’t matter, I hope that think twice before they
want to make cat-calls to a girl again.
I hope they show restraint. I hope they show they have manners. I hope….
