Taking a pear out of the fruit bowl instead of an apple – that was one of my first mistakes today. I dared to serve this piece of fruit, which I wanted yesterday, but today it’s completely wrong, on a plate for breakfast. Then, due to the urgent, urgent demand, I got an apple, but a red one. Red was wrong. Green was also wrong. There are no blue apples yet, but thank God I had to realize shortly afterwards: Apple is wrong anyway. Breakfast is wrong. So I had to learn that from my toddler this morning.
My misdeeds didn’t end there. Because I didn’t find the right pair of pants in another child’s drawer. All clean, tidied and fitted pants are stupid. Unable to conjure up new pants at 6.20am – error!
A child is reminded that there is an English homework assignment to hand in. Help provided in creating this English homework by quickly fetching paper and pen. Of course I got the wrong pen, maybe you can spot a pattern. Mentions that the bus will be leaving soon. Blame the bus schedule. Found guilty of helping put school bags away.
My life, as you can see, is full of failures. Sins are piling up long before I’ve had my first cup of coffee in the morning.
And if you’re thinking now, it’s not me, it’s the offspring – I swear, if anyone else had suggested pants, cut apples, or reminded you of the bus, the reaction would be a friendly smile, probably even followed by a “thank you ” been. It’s just different with mom. And – to make the whole thing particularly tricky – in many situations it just has to be mum. No one else is good enough, no one else should fail in the task at hand. “It’s not that bad,” reassure psychologists. Children would only engage in this behavior because they felt safe with mom, where they could release pressure and steam. Because after all the good and group-compatible behavior that is required of them in many situations, they also have to give way to pent-up feelings.
It should be seen as a sign of trust and unconditional love when the child shows the mother what is still inside of him. So I’m also reevaluating what the youngest family member said sternly to me the other day: “Mom! Don’t breathe!”
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