Wednesday, July 09, 2008
What? I Might Have Skills?
It was one of those nights where you wonder why God made this parenting gig so tough. It had been a long day after a short night with little sleep and I was ready to call it done. I had been anticipating the quiet and darkness for hours and the time had finally come. After a final check of my kid who'd felt sick all day, I was ready to find my own bed. "Hallelujah," I whispered. At last all the questions and needs could stop for a while. But while I was taking off my makeup, something kick started.
"Mom, I have a headache. Can I get some Advil?"
I took a deep breath. "Sure," I said and ran down the hallway, retrieved the pills and settled the lad back in his room.
I looked longingly at the bed on my way back to the bathroom. Before I got anything in my hand a different kid appeared.
"Mom, I think the back of my ear is bleeding."
"Honey, I'm sure it's fine. Let me see." I pushed her hair out of the way to inspect the spot which turned out to be a weepy bug bite. "It's fine. Just don't touch it. Good NIGHT!"
She moped back to bed. I barely missed her shadow when her sister came in with her cell phone (Family rule--teenagers hand over cell phones at bedtime).
"Is it okay if I work out with some friends tomorrow? Can you take me there at 11?"
"I s'pose that's fine."
I was ready to change into something comfy and hit the hay, HARD, when bug bite girl wandered back in. This time she was crying.
"Mom? . ."
I wanted to scream, "Hey, I'm off the clock, babe. It's a teeny bite. I think you're going to live. Deal with it." What came out instead was a slightly snarky, "Now what?"
"Mom, when you came in to check on Tanner I was in his room."
"When you came in Tanner's room I was there and I knew it was probably too dark for you to see me so I didn't say anything 'cause I knew you'd be mad I wasn't in my own room, but I feel bad. I should've said something. It's kind of like lying to you. I'm sorry. I feel bad." And the waterworks came.
The clouds in the parenting heavens parted and a chorus of angelic voices sang.
I must have some mothering skills after all. The kid's got guilt.
It was as sweet as reading my oldest child's blog the other day where he said (and I quote) "I didn't have the luxury of having stupid parents."
Yep, there is, without doubt, a God. Thank You, Lord, for showing me I may hit the right target every now and then. Lead on.
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