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I had an "Oh no she didn't" moment this weekend that really blew my socks off. I have to share this with all of you because I just can't get it off my mind. 

I took my children to Just 4 Fun in Grafton on Saturday morning. For those of you that aren't familiar with this facility, it's an indoor play land for children equipped with a large jungle gym, basketball court, climbing area (for smaller kids), dress-up area and mini kitchen. I've visited Just 4 Fun on many occasions by myself and with friends, and had a good time. I'm not wild about the $7 per child price tag, but if my kids have fun, I'm willing to pay.

This Saturday was incredibly busy, busier and crazier than I've ever seen it! There was a birthday party for kids that looked about seven and mobs of other patrons and their children. I came alone with my twins (who are 2 years old) and kept a close eye on both of them. Most of the time, they weren't in the same place playing, so I stood in the middle of the facility so I could keep an eye on both of them. While playing on the basketball court, my son got hit in the face with a basketball by one of the bigger kids. I ran over to grab him, comfort him and check for any injuries/bleeding. Meanwhile, my daughter was playing in the jungle gym and was content when I left to grab my son. She must have gotten scared because I walked away so she started crying. After I had my son in my arms, I walked over to where my daughter had been playing. Another parent was walking towards me holding her and asked if anyone knew whose child she was because she started crying. I told her that she was my daughter. This lady quipped "Your Welcome!" and walked away. 

Throughout the morning, I noticed her with one child who looked about five or so. She gave me a few dirty looks but I didn't think much of it, though I remembered how she responded when I took my daughter from her.

After a few hours of chaos, I got my kids packed up and we were walking to the door. She stopped me and gave me the following rant: "The next time someone comes to your kid's rescue, you should at least show some appreciation. I took off my shoes to go get your daughter. You let her sit up there and cry and I had to get her." I politely said that I appreciated what she had done, and that I needed to grab my son who had just gotten hit by a ball. She then told me that if I cannot handle my children by myself, I shouldn't come there anymore. 

I was astonished by this comment. I paused and then said, "The next time you go to a public place with two 2-year-olds and one get pegged in the face with a ball, you'll know why I reacted the way that I did. My daughter was fine and I needed to make sure that my son was not hurt." She again told me that I needed to learn how to care for my kids. At that point, she kept talking and I walked away while repeating the word "Wow!" over and over. 

I've gone over this scenario of when my daughter was playing at the same moment when my son got hurt. I keep questioning: Did I do something wrong by leaving her to get him? Did I react rudely to this woman? Did I not thank her enough? Should I have let my son find me near my daughter after being hurt? 

As I sit here today, I don't think I would have done things differently, but I can't get this event out of my head. That stranger's reaction was so mind-boggling to me. She was so angry with me, and honestly hurtful to say that I couldn't handle my kids. For the rest of the day and still at this moment, I feel like a really bad mom. I just keep trying to remind myself that her need to judge me and then tell me about it must have made her day. Otherwise, why would she have done it? 

To that I say, karma is, well...you can fill in the rest.