I arrived to pick up my baby girl from toddler school a few
weeks ago and was asked to review and sign an incident report. I
laughed, “Incident? What kind of incident?” I was picturing toddlers being cuffed and
stuffed for driving the big wheels too fast on the playground.
I was told that my daughter and another child had been in an
altercation over a toy which had led to teeth bearing and biting. I immediately sobered up and sheepishly asked
if my daughter was the offender or the victim.
They looked at me like my hair was on fire when I let out a big sigh of
relief when they told me that my daughter had been the victim.
I laughed nervously and quickly explained that NO ONE wants
to be the mother of the biter. Being the
mom of the biter is the worst. It’s like you achieve instant pariah
status. It’s like Chuckie trying to get
a play date. The whispers, the weak
attempts at “Hey there,” the pitiful looks, the wide berths on the sidewalk and
definitely no play dates.
Fast forward and I was thankful that I was on the other side,
although when I saw the bite I was a little shocked and now determined to
provide some self-defense techniques in case this scenario presents itself
again. You want to bite my daughter,
well you better be prepared to take delivery of a solid elbow across your
chubby little gremlin face.
She's like the Punisher and she's coming for you, biter.