I bought The Jooj one of the $5 plastic golf sets from The-Mega-Store-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named the other day.
She promptly stuck her leg into the plastic golf bag and got it very stuck.
I promptly got my camera.
Then I realized just how wedged it was, and I got the Pam.
After we freed her battered little leg she told me "You gave me owies, Mami!"
I responded with "No, sweetie, YOU stuck your leg inside and Mami got you out. Mami helped you..."
And then she cut me off with a "Mami, just say you sorry!"
And so it begins. Do I need to write this on the calendar as "The day everything became my fault?" I BOUGHT her a new toy. I SHOWED her how to golf. I LET her hit the dog with a club one time to get it out of her system. I SPRAYED her with lubricant (the expensive baking kind, even!). And what do I get from this? Nothing but grief. Prior to this I was revising a post I had written about how there are some things only mothers can do--how we are the panaceas to so many of life's little hurts. And I am glad I didn't finish it because, apparently, I was all wrong. We are not the cure, we are the cause. Good to know.
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I accept all blame and fault...
after all, I ASKED for these kids.
boy i am sure glad we aren't talking about bedtimes anymore or preverts who wok on ranches, i can relate to molewart stuff. i like old fashion handcrafted train engines with wood wheels, and ect, but your kids stores in the back of her memory all the things that strike her as good and as an example, in vegas our daughter mixed the sand with the water in her plastic swim pool from molewart and was head to toe....mud....that was her fun
I think somehow we are the cause, the effect and the cure all rolled into one. But the good part is we are safe. We are a safe place to land as well as to lay blame (as undeserved as it may be) and I can't help but think (and hope) it's all going to work out in the end--maybe even sooner.
Did you say, "I'm sorry you put your leg in the golf bag?"
As a mom, sometimes you just can't win for nothing. And just when you are ready to send them off to boarding school they do something sweet or cute and you decide you'll keep them.
I think you were actually right about being the cure. Because, ultimately, when everything goes wrong and you don't know what else to do/who to blame, you can go to Mom. Even if it is just to blame her-- you can STILL go to Mom. And somehow, that is comforting and curing. Because if it's Mom's fault.. then she can fix it. Right?
You girls are great. I have one kid who is the hardest and best. I am definitely the problem--but he comes to me first for solutions (not that he ever wants to try any of them). And I get so frustrated and want to quit. Not an option. And I want to be a great mom--but maybe I should just try for mom--always there.
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