I didn’t really know whose fault it was:
Me myself, because I left my son alone in the playroom room with other kids and parents at a birthday party when I quickly disappeared into the washroom?
Anton, because he didn’t stay where I left him when he was less than 9 months old?
The other parents there who didn’t help, because we were at a birthday party then somehow at least we all share at least one common friend, and by chatting with some of them at least let us be some kind of “friends”?
I was very much upset about the incident that evening until I figured out that, the reason for that was because of the existing of “blind point”!
What I meant by “blind point” here is: at situations some people who cannot see obvious happenings around them when they are focusing on something else which is more closely related to themselves. For instance, moms don’t see someone else’s kids who are in need of assisting/helping around them whilst at the same time they are taking very good care of their own kids at the same spot.
I am not a scientist, so most likely there are deeper reasons behind this, but I do want to share it, especially to moms and dads. The reason why I call it an “incident”: it rarely happens because I only experienced this once amongst other thousands of good experiences, but sometimes it happens.
The incident was:
Anton and I went to a friend’s home for his one year’s birthday.
I was feeding Anton at the corner of the birthday boy’s room. It was a room beautifully organised for babies in a Montessori concept. A guest mom joined us with her one and half month older daughter: the little girl was playing on the ground in front of her, and we moms chatted a little bit as moms always do.
Anton and I had to leave earlier as we planned. I changed Anton’s diaper at the specially decorated playground area by the corridor. I left Anton on the floor while he was focusing on a piece of
Then I saw something I couldn’t believe my eyes! The mom took her daughter away from where the girl and Anton were and shifted about 30 degrees to chat with the couple, whilst Anton was falling on the ground. Anton fell on the ground, and he was lying on the ground with his head very much close to the wheels of the walker which the third girl was pushing, then he started to cry. The three parents were chatting there. I ran from the bathroom door to Anton, quickly picked him up in my arms, checked and confirmed that his head was not hurt. I said nothing but turned to the side and continued to dress for heading off.
I once heard a story from a friend, before Anton was born. At my friend’s working place, there was a boy who was crying in one corner, and just next to the kid there was a mom who was taking care of her own daughter. My friend talked with the crying boy, gave him water, calmed him down until that boy’s father came back. My friend’s comment at the end of that story was, she was very much surprised that, that mom who was taking care of her own daughter, who seemed didn’t see the fact that there was a boy who was crying next to them. At that time I just thought it was strange.