I was on a short walk exploring a path I hadn’t gone down yet near the place I recently rented. This one wandered through a few townhouse complexes and past a tiny play area presumably built for the nearby townhouses.
As I was nearing the play area, I could hear the cries of an upset kid, no more than fourteen months old, who was standing in the sandbox crying while her dad was a few feet away at the nearby bench talking on his phone and pointedly ignoring her.
I love kids and volunteer with them pretty extensively. I hate to see a kid upset, so my first instinct was to go right over and comfort her. Unfortunately, I’m male, which means I always need to toe a careful line with kids to avoid being accused of plotting to kidnap or hurt them. I figured just walking over to the kid and comforting her would go past that line, especially since I couldn’t really ask the father for permission to comfort her while he was talking on the phone. Still, I hated just ignoring an upset kid who I knew I could easily comfort.
So, I waved at her as I neared the large bushes that would put me out of the father’s line of sight. Her cries went down an octave as she stared at me in interest. I continued my walk until the bushes made me disappear, then backed up back into her vision and waved again. This worked to distract her enough to stop crying entirely.
I did this once or twice more, and while I didn’t get the full giggles or smiles I would have preferred from the impromptu game of peekaboo, she at least had stopped crying while watching me. With many kids, if you can distract them from crying for a second, they will forget why they were crying and go right back to playing happily afterward, which is what I was hoping to accomplish here.
I continued on with my walk, giving one more goodbye wave on the opposite side of the bushes, and the toddler watched me like a hawk without crying until I rounded a bend soon after that took me out of her line of sight. Sadly, I heard her start crying again as soon as I was out of sight. Still, I’d done about as much as I could, so I forced myself to ignore the cries and continue on my walk.
It turned out that the trail I was following ended at a school not too far down the road, so I ended up turning around and headed back to my apartment soon afterward. This, of course, took me past the same play area approximately ten minutes later. The girl was now out of her sandbox and pacing around near her dad. She was still crying but at the lower intensity of a child who has realized they aren’t going to get what they want but still feels the need to express their discontent.
I had a few pieces of trash to dispose of and thus detoured closer to the play area to drop it all off at the trash can. The toddler stopped her crying when she saw me round the bend, which I considered a win. However, I was surprised when she walked toward me as I neared the trash can, eventually reaching my leg and lifting her arms in a clear request to be picked up.
Me: “I’m sorry, I can’t pick you up unless your daddy says I can.”
She continued the gesture, getting more insistent as I turned to walk away and then breaking into a wail as she realized I wouldn’t pick her up. The trash can was very close to the bench the girl’s father was sitting on, but just behind it, which put us out of his sight for this exchange.
Father: “What’s wrong? What happened?”
At first, I presumed he was talking to the toddler I’d already started to leave behind, so I ignored it until I heard him raise his voice.
Father: “Hey, don’t ignore me! What did you do to [Girl]?”
Me: “Oh, sorry. She asked me to pick her up. I told her I couldn’t, but I guess she got upset that I wouldn’t hold her.”
Father: “Asked you to pick her up? She can’t talk!”
Me: “Oh, I didn’t mean with words, just the usual ‘pick me up’ gesture.”
Father: “There’s no way she’d want some stranger to pick her up. What did you do to her?”
Me: “Nothing. I told you.”
Father: “Then why did you sneak up to her?”
Me: “I didn’t sneak up. I was throwing out trash, and she walked up to me.”
Father: “She was with me the whole time.”
Me: “Yes, but when she saw me approach the trash can, she came to see me. I refused to pick her up when she did, and I guess she didn’t like that.”
Father: “That’s BS. Stay away from my kid!”
Me: “I am. I was literally walking away from her when she started crying. Don’t get mad at me if she’s so desperate to be held that she has to beg strangers.”
Father: “She’s fine! Leave her alone.”
Me: “That’s exactly what I’m doing. But you know, she’s still crying. If you think someone did something to hurt her, shouldn’t you be comforting her rather than ignoring her?”
I pointedly turned away and kept on walking toward my home. He screamed a few more things at my back as I left, but I learned long ago not to waste time with idiots who refuse to listen, so I just kept walking. But even walking away, I could hear the girl still crying; apparently, shouting at my back was a higher priority than comforting the girl.