So, I am helping my daughter with her homework the other day and she asks me to check her math. I find two mistakes and hand it back to her.
“Oh, no,” she sighs.
“That’s OK,” I tell her, “everyone makes mistakes. It is how we learn.”
“Right,” she replies, “Everyone makes them.”
“That’s right, kiddo!”
“Yeah, everyone makes makes mistakes. I mean, look at you, you make them everyday!”
Thanks, kiddo!
My kid keeps “outing” me. Any parent knows it is damn near impossible to have family secrets actually kept secret once you have kids and I knew this broadcast system would eventually kick in after our daughter was born, but jeepers, is nothing sacred anymore?
As our daughter was chatting with a friend over cheese and crackers at the kitchen table, talk turned to chores and helping around the house. Her friend’s mom had a cleaning lady come in occasionally and she wondered if I did, too.
“Do you clean your house?” she asked me. Before I could answer, my daughter did the honours for me:
“Not really.”
Thanks.
At school a few weeks ago, another mom needed to contact me and tracked down my daughter.
“Hey hon, what is your phone number?”
“How should I know?” my daughter shrugged. Great. Now everyone at school knows how delinquent I am in street-proofing our kid. Thanks, honey!
I suppose growing a thicker skin and increasing my comfort level with “sharing” is just something I have to accept. Ahh…the glorious things that motherhood brings!
