My mission, here on my blog, it is beginning to seem, is to bolster the confidence of other mothers by giving them one example after another of my motherly failings -- refusing to allow my children to exercise their creative minds in crafts, never making a princess skirt for my daughter, etc. Well, if seeing my weaknesses helps just one of you out there to think, "I guess I'm not such a bad mother after all," then my purpose is served. (Don't worry, my kids are resilient, they'll be fine). Anway, here is one more instance of my being a less than perfect mother.
Daisy lost a tooth on Saturday. It was her first and she’d been dying to lose a tooth, so we made quite a fuss over it. Then, on Tuesday, Abe lost a tooth. It was his seventh. I thought we’d seemed excited enough, but apparently not. That evening he came to me and questioned, “Mom, why do people get so excited about some people losing a tooth and not so much about others?” I tried to cheer him up and tell him we were excited but we just thought he was more used to losing teeth by now or something. Still, you’d think after my son hinting that he was feeling a bit left out of toothy attention, we would not have let things end up in such a manner that he would have cause to tell me the next morning, “Well, the tooth fairy didn’t come last night.” -- which is exactly what he did have cause to tell me because no, the tooth fairy did not come. She forgot all about the lonely, hardly paid attention to, seventh tooth of my son. Man, bad mom. Still, last night the tooth fairy did leave him this dollar: Yah, it’s a shirt. Sweeeeet.
P.S. I am not such a bad mom now anyway because by performing my motherly duty of complaining loudly that I couldn’t make my daughter a princess skirt, I inspired the pity of a very wonderful sister who sent this in the mail (along with a letter saying it was from her fairy godmother and telling her how she was a real princess up in heaven, etc. It made me cry. Nice.):