A Mom called the cops on me. And I was pissed. Rightfully so.
Its a long, juicy story… I don’t really want to re-live it.
It’s a juicy story, but the juiciest part is the fact that THE OTHER MOM had the audacity to call the police.
Oh, and the next juicy part is where I laid into THE OTHER MOM about that choice when I found out it was her who did it.
And THE OTHER MOM felt so bad that the cops came to the playground at school to talk to me. She “had no idea” that would happen.
So, the mission of this blog post is to give THE OTHER MOMS out there a clue. A clue as to the possible ill-consequences that will occur in people’s lives if your “grand concern” for other people’s kids is mis-directed or dare I say, “radically off-base.”
Here’s the thing: it is your right to disagree with the choices that others make. Go you! Way to be concerned and vigilant for the children in your sphere. Here is what you should do: talk to the parents. If a child is alone, or in a car unattended, sit with the child to ensure their safety and speak with the parents when they appear. Or yell at them. Or cuss at them. Be nice. Or rude. Whatevs.
You could call them bad names and flip them the bird if that makes you feel awesome.
But, I imagine that you are such a good OTHER MOM that you wouldn’t dare. Not in front of the children! So, just tell them that you are concerned with “x”. Most likely they will appreciate your concern and perhaps change their behavior in the future because of your reminder.
Sometimes as moms, there is so much demanded of us physically, mentally, and time-wise, that we get a bit too laid-back about some things and justify a little slip in the “super-awesomeness” category. Because what are the chances of something bad happening to your child? Well, pretty darn low. ESPECIALLY WHEN 25 OF YOUR CLOSEST FRIENDS AND NEIGHBORS ARE IN SIGHT.
Don’t get me started.
So, if you see something that concerns you, tell the parents. Man up. DON’T CALL THE POLICE. Don’t take down a license plate number. Don’t be an idiot.
The officer who spoke to me was nice and understanding and agreed with my response to the situation, but he said that if they got the same call again, I would BE ARRESTED! For NEGLECT! Can I repeat something I wrote above??:
What’s even crazier is that the county I live in takes these kinds of calls very seriously and would ACTUALLY ARREST a mom for this crime of “neglect”. And *BAM* a life… a family… is RUINED!!
I have a good friend who has just gone through this. And she, a WONDERFUL, COMMITTED, CALM, NON-NEGLECTFUL, NON-VIOLENT, NON-STUPID, TOTALLY AWESOME MOM OF 2, is now on probation for 1 year. She can’t leave the state. And she can’t take a job with children for 3 years. And will probably have this misdemeanor charge on her record forever. She gets to take weekly crappy classes on parenting with a bunch of crappy parents. And some not-so-crappy parents like herself. She could TEACH parenting classes, ya’ll!
So now I have to live my daily life not in fear of the bad things that MIGHT happen to my kids if I let them out of my site for 1 minute… but in fear of the people in my community who MIGHT call the police on me.
And that’s just sad.
What ever happened to “community?” Or the idea of “neighborly-ness?” It takes a village to raise a child. But not the police.
So, this is my plea to ANYONE who might EVER come across this blog:
PLEASE NEVER CALL THE POLICE ON ANOTHER MOM. Unless you witness first-hand a beating, a hungry naked child, a blatantly-neglected child, or something CRAY-ZAY horribly wrong… please don’t call the police. TALK TO THE MOM. First resort always. Always.
Calling the police? Last resort.
Don’t assume the worst. Give the benefit of the doubt.
In both instances that I referred to today (mine and my friend’s), THE OTHER MOMS who called the police “never imagined this would happen” and truly regret calling the police in the first place. They never meant for the mom-at-fault to have to be arrested.
They were just “concerned.”
These acronyms suck.
You go girl! Be CONCERNED! Just don’t call the cops.
Spread the word, people…
Please comment and tell me if you join me or hate me. Tell me your story… MACPEO, MWCTP, OR MFMBC, let’s hear it!
PS. If you are ever inclined to call the fashion police on me, please do. I could use a make-over. First resort. Always. Thank you in advance.