Dealing With Jerky Parents

My husband takes Becks to preschool twice a week. He loves it. We love it. The school is amazing, the teachers, the parents, we've been nothing but impressed. Or that's what I would have said yesterday. Going forward, I will add "for the most part," after the parents bit of the sentence.
Today B got pushed down by another little boy in class. Big deal, right? Happens all the time. Yes. Kids are emotional and do inexplicable things sometimes. This is no exception.

My husband happened to be watching as a little boy ran up and pushed B, causing him to fall out of shoes, hit the ground and basically become a sobbing mess. He wasn't expecting it and didn't see it coming. Poor dude.

As my husband consoled him and helped him put his shoes back on, his cries attracted the attention of the teachers, who are always loving, and the mom of the pusher, who quickly made excuses for her child, with no apology. And that's fine. As I said before, things like this happen. I wouldn't even expect a 3 year old to apologize.

I have a sensitive son. He has a lot of feelings and we encourage him to express them, for as long and in whatever (productive) way he needs to. So as Hillary comforted him, the mom made a comment about how Becks was overreacting. And this is where I clench my jaw and my eyes get super wide and I nod at your wordless sympathizing that she would have the nerve to be all judgey about a two year old that her son pushed down.

I am proud of Hillary. He stayed level headed in front of the kids and the teachers, ignored the woman, made sure B was good to go and left, even though he was furious and commented to me later, that he'd never felt that type of anger before. That protective type of anger. He did exactly what he should have though and was the bigger person. I am so proud of him, because I am not sure I would have had the restraint to not give that mom at the very least a look and a snarky comment.

I am very supportive of other parents. I think we all need to help each other out and accept different ways of parenting. If you'd like to silently, or not so silently, judge me or my parenting style, go for it. I am an adult and I'm secure in my choices. But do not judge my child for how he deals with bruised knees or hurt feelings. And if you do, hope it's in front of my husband, because he will handle it better than I.