She still hands me her hairbrush every morning and asks me to smooth out the bumps before she puts her hair in her “signature” pony tail.
That’s what she calls it. I’m just a ponytail kind of girl, Mom.
She’s almost 10 and I know these hair-fixing days are numbered.
Some kids get ready fast in the morning, she is not one of them. She was dragging and I was smoothing wayward strands of hair when she gasped.
“Thursday!” we said in unison.
I looked at the clock and we both realized she’d missed choir. Again.
Immediately, tears for her and guilt for me.
We said all the things that a rushed morning will bring, I forgot. I’m sorry. I’m tired.
But the disappointment was there–the kind that means the adult in charge messed up. She gets 3 oops (misses) in choir and we were 0-2 in three weeks.
It came on the heels of a school tardy, a fumbled jazz class and burned cookies. Yeah.
I hugged her tightly and set (another) recurring alarm on my phone as I said what every good mother does in these circumstances: “Honey, you really need your own calendar.”
Mother of the year is obviously taken.
I felt so bad. You know the kind of bad that moms can’t shake all day. Like when we forget to sign the permission slip and are a day late providing class snacks to hungry kindergartners. Or when we are the last ones in carline or we don’t get favorite jeans washed.
I watched my daughter kick the door jam as she walked away, mumbling at how bad she was at remembering and being on time and getting ready fast enough.
I called her back to my room, “Honey, stop saying those things. Bad mornings don’t make you bad at anything. They just make you human.”
She patted my arm and gave me a half smile as she wiped her nose, “That’s okay, mom. You’re only human, too.”
It’s a big day when the people you’re raising realize that you mess up.
It’s even bigger when you remember that a bad day doesn’t mean you’re a bad mom.
I mean, we do superhuman things. We give birth to people. We get A’s on school projects, manage playdate brawls and keep our homes going.
So, go ahead, moms, give yourself a break. After all, you get to be human some days.