So I am a terrible mother today. Lily is a pretty responsible kid and I guess I have gotten spoiled. She gets up to her own alarm every morning, dresses and makes her own breakfast. However, there are a few things we have repeatedly asked her to take care of and there is some sort of block there-vitamins and, my biggest pet peeve, to have her shoes on BEFORE it is time to leave.
This morning, I got myself down there in plenty of time, made her lunch and reminded her to put on her shoes. The reminder happened at 7:15 AM. The shoes were not actually on her feet until 7:25. Now, she does know how to tie shoes, etc. but she HATES to wear them. This fact causes many an argument and keeps her waiting til the last possible second to put them on. So after she gets the shoes on, we have to get the coat, the backpack, etc. and get to the car. We pull out of the driveway at 7:30 AM. The tardy bell at her school, 10 minutes away, rings at 7:35AM. So I inform her that we will be late she lets out a small, “well, it wasn’t my fault,” with a slight eye roll. OH NO SHE DI’INT! I officially became the Hulk and proceeded to inform her of all the reasons she was late and how frustrating it is to remind her of things all the time only to be told, ”Don’t remind me!” It continued, albeit more calmly, all the way to school.
So here’s the thing. I know everything I said was true and needed to be said, but maybe not on the way to the first day of the new semester. So I signed in my tardy child and said goodbye as she wiped tears and tried not to look at me. She was pissed and wasn’t going to be fine before I had to leave. I wanted to follow her to the classroom and plead with her to not let it ruin her day. She had an awesome project to turn in today and should have been ecstatic to get there and show it off. Instead, she had to listen to all the things she did wrong on the way to school from her mean mother. So I feel terrible and will probably go eat lunch with her today to make amends. In this time of immediate communication, it is difficult to not be able to send her a text or call to resolve the issue. I guess I will feel crummy all day until I can talk to her. I think I will put myself in timeout.
UPDATE: I went to have lunch with her and she had forgotten about it. Isn't that just the way it goes!
2 comments:
Ahhh Mommy guilt - you will never grow out of it. Some days you feel like the Coolest Mom Ever" and you did some good things in teach your child. Then you have that morning oh yes the frustrated geez let me tell you what drives me crazy about you and you have to CHANGE now! speech. Hey it will be a great day tomorrow - cause you know and so does our Lily - you are by far the "Coolest Mom" we all know. Love You, Mia
Our 16-year-old still can't get out of bed even using dynamite (you know the one I'm talking about). As for the "mommy-guilt," it's legitimate, but I don't think you're warping her for all time. And remember to count your blessings. With Lily Grace there are sooooo many of them.
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