Thursday, May 10, 2007
I think I won an award today.
"The World's Worst Mother Trophy."
We've all been candidates for this prize. That's my only comfort. I know others have gone before me...and others will certainly follow.
It's an easy award to win. Forget to pack your kid's lunch on a day when spinach is on the school lunch menu, back over your kids bicycle in the driveway or embarrass them by showing their baby pictures to their friends and your kids will be sure to write your recommendation letter. Or better yet, yell at your kids for something they didn't do - you'll feel so guilty you'll nominate yourself.
I've had the award before. I've brought home the trophy for forgetting a child's baseball practice making sure he wouldn't start the next game. I've also forgotten to make the kids do their homework, accidentally thrown away precious pictures and notes from their 'bestest' friends and embarrassed a son by singing '867-5309' at the top of my lungs in front of a buddy. (I was vacuuming and didn't hear them come in! :)
The last time it was a bad case of "time-out". You know the one where you set your child in a room and then forget they are there...only to go back about a half an hour later to find the kid dutifully sitting still, quietly pondering what he could have possibly done that was so bad as to deserve a time-out that never ends.
Poor Nick had to endure the never-ending time-out over last Christmas break at his grandparent's house. While all of the other children were playing with their new Christmas presents, Nick was sitting in the laundry room on a stool, composing his nomination letter for "World's Worst Mother".
Thankfully, it wasn't a lifetime appointment to the "Worst Mother Ever Club" (WMEC). It was a temporary assignment. One I thankfully was relieved of when Nick got a cup of hot chocolate with lots of marshmallows (after talking about what he had done wrong.)