There I was, leaning up against my car in the parking lot of the ball park. It wasn’t a bad evening, kinda, but I knew that I had to cool down and take a mommy breather. The three kids inside, one screaming and one knocking on the window. Me, just counting with my eyes closed.
Earlier we had Isaiah’s t-ball game. We won, but it was a tough game to watch cause Isaiah was all over, beyond anything I had seen out of him. He doesn’t do well with transitions and t-ball is a fast transition game. Batting he did great, but some how in the field…Oh it was hard to watch as a mom. Some thing was going on in that little brain and I don’t know what it was.
After I went over to Mia’s(an other sister) softball game where AnQuenette and Robby were. We were going to stay to watch it, but then AnQuenette start melting down cause I finished her drink (I didn’t know she wanted the rest of it) and I told her we would get more when we went home. It was an hour after her bed time and knew she was tired. I informed everyone it was time to go home and AnQuenette just lost it. I left with her screaming and refusing to walk. I picked her up (she is heavy) with her screaming, and kicking and starting leaving the park. This was not the first time I had done this with her.
It is at this moment I wonder who is thinking “Whose child you got?” I mean I am the white momma carrying the black screaming kid. What do people think I am doing? Most by now know us, but not everyone. Most of me is not worried about this. I have my child screaming. Period.
I have paper work if needed. It is called a birth certificate. We even have their passports for when we travel. That gives us the peace of mind that if we are traveling out-of-state or country, I have proof. So when I certain child starts screaming as I have to remove them, and some one asks “Whose child you got?” we have proof. I don’t need proof. I know these are mine kids.
My oldest today at lunch said he was going to have some dude yell “Whose child you got?” while I was walking out with a screaming child. I had to laugh cause I was really thinking about that today. I was like “sure you go for it, I’ll let them know whose kid!”
So after about 4 minutes of a mommy breather, I got back into the car with a screaming 6-year-old and headed home. By the time we got home all tears were done and forget, two little ones got ready for bed and climbed in. And I just smiled cause I know whose children I got.