Do you remember right after we moved here we joined a play group? I was so excited to get out of the house since we didn't know anyone and the boys had little friends to play with.
Well, the group wasn't as excited about us. After just being in the group for a couple of months, we got kicked out.
I will be honest with you. I was crushed.
I cried for hours.
But what is really sad. I really didn't care to be friends with any of those girls outside of the group. We didn't have anything in common.
Every time I got back from the group, Mr. Genius would ask me how it went. I would reply, "Well...the boys had fun." Meaning ... not me. But to anyone that has moved to an area where you didn't know a sole. You know that you just long to get out of the house to talk to someone... anyone. As women we need that interaction with other people.
What also hurt was that they just sent me an email to tell me I was out.
I felt like I was back in middle school where I would have gotten a note passed to me between classes and I would have heard snickering and whispers as I walked down the hall.
The reason we were kicked out was because they thought Romeo was too aggressive.
Yes, Romeo is a boy who can be aggressive. But at that time Romeo was 19 months old. He was use to playing with a big brother who is very aggressive. So when you stick a 19 month old little boy around girls who think your little 19 month old boy looks like a baby doll and wants to play house with him. the 19 month old will push the little girls out of the way so he can go down the slide and not play house. In their defense Romeo did push the little girls a lot, and I corrected him every time. Even moving him to other areas of the park but the girls kept migrating towards their live baby doll.
So that is the reason we got kicked out.
I have run into one girl that is in the group and apparently the rest of the group didn't understand why we left. So it wasn't a group decision.
Now fast forward to today.
I signed Wild man up for story time at the Library.
As I rounded the corner to take Wild Man to his room there she stood. The leader that kicked me out and her son.
I may or may not have asked my mom if I could run over there and just mention to her that her son is a pansie and then I possibly could have texted a friend and said if I sit on her, you can slap her around.
But what I did do was nothing...not. a. thing.
Which as I went on with my day I realized doing nothing is almost as worse as doing what I wanted to do.
I remembered in college when I was going through a rough time my dad told me that everything happens for a reason. Usually for us to learn a lesson. Whether it be to forgive someone, deal with temptation or whatever the situation is I should try to learn the lesson now of the lesson will get harder and harder to deal with til I do learn the lesson.
Like what Matthew 6:15 says:
"But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins."
I know that I have done far worse things in my life then kicking someone out of a play group. So who am I to not forgive her when the Lord has forgiven me of so much more?
So next week when I see the play group leader I do not know what I will say to her. But I think I will just start by just saying a simple, Hi.