True Confessions
We used the train-your-baby-to-be-on-a-schedule-and-sleep-through-the-night-so-that-you-can-sleep-too-and-everyone-is-much-happier-this-way method with each of our children. One night we heard baby Callie crying in her crib. I honestly donโt remember how long or short she cried, but we knew that she wasnโt hungry and didnโt need a new diaper. What we didnโt know, however, was that her little foot had gotten stuck between the crib rails. And since she had fallen back asleep, we didnโt realize this until the next morning. Poor baby!
When Caleb was 15 months old, he fell off the couch. He didnโt really cry, but as we observed him crawling over the next hour, we noticed him drawing up his right arm like a puppy with a hurt paw. We debated about whether or not to pay the extra money and go to the after-hours clinic to get it checked out, but we eventually decided to take him. Diagnosis: Broken arm and apparently a high tolerance for pain.
Katie has Celiac Disease, which means her body cannot tolerate gluten. A few years ago, my husband accidentally gave her the wrong waffle, and he spent the next few hours holding her in between her vomiting fits. I’ve done the same thing in recent months by inadvertently giving her the wrong dinner rolls. We have all felt terrible, albeit in different ways.
A few years ago, Kevin and I went to the wrong school for a Thanksgiving feast. Katie was delighted to see us, and we sat there and watched her eat a regular lunch. Meanwhile, Caleb enjoyed Thanksgiving dinner at his school without us. Ah, the joys of having multiple children at multiple schools.
Due to a mis-read text message between us, neither Kevin nor I picked up Katie after school one day. We realized it when I got a phone call and heard a sweet, โMommy? Is someone going to pick me up?โ
Kevin and I used to enjoy walking around the outlet center near our home in Maryland. And baby Callie usually enjoyed riding in her strollerโฆuntil the time Kevin and I were so caught up in our conversation that it took a stranger saying, โExcuse me!โ and pointing to our daughter (who had slipped way down in her seat, her feet almost dragging the ground, her hands gripping the bar in front of her to try to hold on) to get our attention. And no, she wasnโt buckled.
When Callie was a toddler, I took her with me to Walmart. I put her in the childโs seat in the buggy (correct), but I walked several steps away from her to look at something (incorrect). My life went into slow-mo as I turned around just in time to see Callie stand up in her seat to try to reach something and fall straight to the concrete floor, landing on her forehead.
Sadly, I could go on. Thankfully, children are both forgiving and resilient. As far as we know, we have not caused any permanent damage to them, and they seem to love us. Iโll bet you have some of your own stories that you may or may not want to share. Maybe reading mine has made you feel better about yourself. The point is that these things happen, but itโs usually okay. Learn from it, forgive yourself, and try not to make the same mistake twice.
