And here is why.
OK, I joined a Bible Study with a good friend of mine. It was a group of moms with kids ranging in ages. The book that was selected was "She's Gonna Blow!" A book about moms and managing anger.
I have been going for several weeks and was really enjoying the book, the message, and spending my Monday mornings with other mothers while the children had fun playing.
That is until last Monday.
I took my niece along with me, she is a biter at the age of 4 due to delayed speech.
I think y'all know where this is going.
So we show up at the home of "S",who has three children, and where Bible study was being held that week.
We all sat in the living room having a great discussion while the children played.
Then the youngest child of "S" comes in screaming is head off, she takes a look at his arm, jumps up screams, "OH MY GOD! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS HAS HAPPENED!" Grabs the kid and runs, I mean books it, into the laundry room.
The room is silent until one of the homeliest women on the planet looks at me and quietly says, "it was yours."
Mine? I can't figure out what Bram had done, he was upstairs in the playroom.
Then I remember my niece.
I walk around the corner and there she is sitting, sadly and guilty and I know immediately. She has bitten "S's" kid. Great.
I put my niece in time out and rush into the laundry room where "S" has an ice pack on her kids arm. No broken skin, nothing, just teeth marks. And she is in a dither. Big time.
"I HAVE NEVER EVER SEEN BITE MARKS ON MY CHILD, EVER, AND I HAVE THREE KIDS. I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!"
Can y'all imagine how bad I felt? I have never seen anyone react this way to their child getting bit. Now, I know nobody wants to see their kid hurt. Ever. But shit happens. And "S" teaches pre-school at the Lutheran church three days a week. So you would think that this wouldn't be a life altering event for her.
You would of thought somebody had stabbed her kid in the eye with a dull pair of scissors.
I walk into the living room, and all of the other moms are looking around, like nothing was wrong. Like I was not even standing there.
"Y'all I don't know what to do?" Is all I kept saying.
Then I got the lump in my throat. This happens when I get flustered or get my feelings hurt. I start to cry. Luckily I fought through it and just swallowed my lump away. No tears, thank God.
Then "S" came out and tried to say she overreacted but the whole room already felt super uncomfortable.
She is a class act I tell you.
Fortunately, it was the end of the study so we bowed our heads to pray. And the Pastor (who is young, female and kidless) says, "Let's pray for D's boo boo on his arm."
You. Have. Got. To. Be. Kidding. Me.
That's it. Game over.
As we were gathering up our stuff to leave, I could hear a few of the moms discussing biting issues of their past. SHUT UP ABOUT IT ALREADY!
My poor niece. I know she felt just terrible. And I felt even worse.
As I drove home, I really found the irony in a mom making everyone in her home feel uncomfortable, almost making a guest cry, and making a four year old feel like the worst kid on the planet. While we are at a BIBLE study, studying how to deal with anger and stress issues.
So that is why I am never going back to this particular group of ever so outgoing and sweet "Christian" women.
On a side note, I highly recommend the above noted book. I am still reading it and getting a lot from it.