Always, LOL
One of the columnists (Ann Landers, Dear Abby) on Mother's Day would run stories that mom's wrote in about feeling guilty about a mom mishap. I couldn't find any archives of them but thought these stories written in by other moms to a newspaper might ease your (our) guilt:
I was fortunate to be able to be a stay-at-home mom when our boys were young in the early 1980s. That afforded me, among other things, the time to make homemade Halloween costumes. I considered myself artistic and creative, so I decided to make them robot costumes for our sons' first official Halloween trick-or-treating.
I covered a couple of Japanese lanterns from Cost Plus with papier-mache for the bodies, then used flexible dryer hose (already silver-colored!) to cover their arms and legs. I really got in to it -- I made control panels with knobs I glued to the front and used funnels for hats. I was so proud of myself. The whole process took me about a week.
Then it was show time, and it was a disaster. The boys could barely walk, and they couldn't put their arms down -- did I mention how well the papier-mache worked?
They cried. A lot. I wasn't about to let my efforts go to waste, but we only went to two houses before giving up. Fortunately, they don't remember -- but I'll never forget it.
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My oldest daughter, Hannah, now 26, was in second grade. She was a very advanced reader. When we were at a fast-food place, I asked her to read the menu and tell me her order. When she said she couldn't read it, an eye appointment followed.
The day we picked up her new glasses, she looked around with a big smile. When we walked outside, she looked up at the trees and said, "You mean the trees have individual leaves?"
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My son, who is ready to graduate from university in June, was only 5 when I bought a buzzer to cut his hair. My goal: to save money.
I started buzzing his hair without reading the instructions, only to realize that the buzzer was set at the lowest setting.
He had a broad bald stripe at the back of his head. My son felt his head and asked, "Am I bald?"
I panicked and took him to my neighborhood hair salon and explained my mistake. The hairdresser looked at the mess I had made, looked my son straight in the eye and said, "Don't ever let your mother cut your hair again!"
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When my son was 8 and attending Catholic school, I came across a T-shirt with funny images of roadkill and I bought it for him. Not only that but on no-uniform day, I sent him to school in it and immediately got a call to come pick him up! To this day, I can't believe what came over me to buy the shirt, then send him to school in it because he and his dad are animal lovers!
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One of the chores my kids had as teenagers was cleaning up the kitchen after dinner. My youngest daughter always seemed to have something wrong with her or had some sports thing to go to when it was her turn. One evening, she was complaining that she had injured her arm during softball practice.
It didn't look like anything was wrong. I told her, "Do the dishes anyway." I had other things I had to do: washing clothes, making sure there was food for lunches, getting the other kids started on homework. As I walked through the kitchen, my husband was helping my daughter with the dishes, and tears were streaming down her cheeks. Both glowered at me.
Her arm still hurt the next afternoon, and her father took her to the doctor. You know the rest: She had a broken arm.
I shall never hear the end of it.
LOL
Feel better?
:-)