Michael’s mother asked for an inspection to be made of our playground by a third party. Linda is in a tizzy, which then brought Cate down on us in a tizzy. I don’t see a need for the tizzy. Our playground couldn’t be safer. It has the latest equipment. It’s been inspected regularly by the Department of Children’s Health and Safety. Crystal and I were doing our jobs. (That will be the next item for scrutiny once they exhaust the playground investigation.)
Do Michael’s parents have any idea how hard they’re about to make things for Crystal and me? I don’t even want to know what kind of “heat” we’re going to take from the school administration if his parents pursue this any further. If there had been any wrongdoing, that would be another matter, but this was a simple accident by a careful four-year-old boy doing his best to play.
I don’t know what Michael’s mother is trying to do, but I’m starting to be suspicious and a little uneasy. His father has always seemed a reasonable man, but his mother is a bit of a nervous Nelly, always hovering and fussing over Michael excessively. As a preschool teacher and a mother, I expect some hovering and fussing. I did plenty of it when my own children were this age. These are little bitty, precious people, and this is the first time many of them have been away from mom and dad for any length of time, but there are a few parents who go overboard, and she is one of them.