Different Strokes for Indifferent Folks

We’ve been lucky in how healthy and hearty Stella has been.  While that’s a function of nature more than anything, we have also tried not to coddle her too much.  We don’t want a wee little drama queen if we can help it.  I can remember when I was pregnant with her, I was given some wonderful advice from a bartender in New Orleans (I was having water, of course).  She had a couple of kids herself.  As we were chatting, she said one of the things she made a point to do as a mom was not to gasp in horror or make a huge fuss every time her kids fell down.  She would blow it off, scoff, and essentially tell them to suck it up.  At the time, I thought she was a cold bitch who probably should not have reproduced.  Now, I can understand her point. 

We’ve tried to under- (or not) react whenever there’s a spill or tumble.  Now, I can’t say that Stella’s toughness is a direct result of that or if she is just truly made of very stern stuff.  Regardless, this kid takes some serious hits – whether it be typical face-plants when running too fast or conking her noggin also while running too fast and misjudging distances but generally will not cry.  If she does, it’s usually a function of her not feeling well/being over-tired rather than feeling hurt or injured.  Just the other day I picked her up from her nanny’s and she was striped with scratches everywhere.  It seemed she had plowed directly into some rose bushes.  She didn’t care, apparently.  Yesterday, she had a fat lip.  Seems she and her daddy had a clash of heads that morning.  When he tried to clean her up with a cold rag, she only laughed at him (creepy). 

I think this is awesome.  It’s nice to have a seeming- bullet-proof little girl.  I need a “my girl can kick your boy’s ass” bumper sticker.  But while Will and I are used to it, we get some horrible looks from other mothers sometimes.  Whether it be at the Little Gym or an indoor playground at a fast-food joint, when Stella falls or bonks, the other mothers look horrified.  We say “yay, get up!” and receive more dirty looks than a man escorting his wife – complete with 2 black eyes – through the Wal Mart.  It’s as if we’re the least compassionate, most negligent parents in the northern hemisphere.  I think I’m going to teach Stella to stick her tongue out at such people and say “Ta Da!” when this happens.


About larva225

Working mom. Is there any other kind? Geologist. Nerd.
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