Years ago when my child was a wee one, mornings were our favorite time. It was a beginning of a new day and she would wake up with the
biggest most sincere smile I'd had ever seen. Snuggling up and (
with the worse morning breath because she sucked her thumb then but I still
LOVED it) drenching me with kisses.
Life couldn't be any sweeter!
Flash forward 8 years.....We have come up with a timed schedule that she must hit each morning or her and I will be late to our classes at school.
AM 6:55 Wake Angelina up
AM 7:00 Angelina must be up from bed
AM 7:10 Bodies will be in the kitchen eating a homemade breakfast;
none of this pop-tart cereal crap!
AM 7:30 Must be done with breakfast and in transition to get dressed for school
AM 7:45 Brush teeth, brush hair, accessorize (optional)
AM 8:00 Complete anything we missed the night before or do morning chore
AM 8:15 Pack lunch (again homemade because school lunch is...
no need to explain) in backpack
Am I crossing a line of crazed control freak?! Nope!
Now on this particular morning It is my
third time going into the room to wake her up for school and she is just as resistant as the first time.
What?! No smiles and sweet kisses?! Honey that ship has long gone come and sailed away! So I physically pick her up and set her on a chair at the kitchen table. Setting her
wonderful breakfast in front of her she
stares at it like its some slop served in a
corrections facility. At this point I don't even have time to comment because I am now in process of making our lunches for the day.
Out of the distance I hear my young lady pronounce her disgust with her meal, and then conclude with how lucky the
'other kids' are for getting just cereal in the morning. Well let me tell you my daughter met the best celebrity impersonator that morning because
Joan Crawford herself came out and gave the finest
Mommy Dearest appearance! Saying '
how dare she' and how
lucky she is because some children don't even get breakfast.
Needless to say that morning is on the Top 10 list I never want to repeat. She left without saying goodbye (in due respect) and walked sadly to school.
My heart sank and I started to
cry in my car driving to my class.
What an awful mother I was. Long story short I ended up
cutting my day in half and went to her school for lunch period. Was she ever surprised to see me.
Ahhh the guilt. I excused us from the class and gave her the
biggest hug. I looked into her eyes and began to sob asking her for
forgiveness.
Moms, we may not have experienced this same morning but we have
all had that, pushed past the point of return, adult tantrum. We have
all felt that guilt at some time. What are we supposed to do with that
? Who are we supposed to tell
? Do we tell anyone
? Pray about it
? Absolutely! But then feel ashamed and never to speak of your
I should've been detained moment.
Take a sigh of relief ladies because this may become one of your
favorite books
True Mom Confessions. Recently, when we were at the library, I discovered this book. Reading the first couple pages, as I usually do to see if its even interesting, I found myself unable to put down till I finished the first chapter!
Yes it was that good! And Yes 3/4 of the pages are a couple sentences of confessions from mothers...
JUST LIKE ME!
Not only do they have a book but there is a fantastic
website as well! I
highly suggest taking a gander! I also recommend that you purchase this book, read it...
then pass it on!