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We all feel that way at times...I just took my 17 year daughter to get some glasses....she had never really said anything...but when we went to get her drivers permit...she had a really hard time reading the lines!! I felt awful!! I mean how could I have not noticed! Since I have 4 kids...that would just be the tip of the iceberg...I would tell ya not to sweat it..but I know from experience that we will always sweat the stuff we somehow missed..
My brother once broke his leg-- they were at a friends house all playing together in the basement while the parents were playing games upstairs. They were jumping off a freezer and some of the boys insisted on catching my brother and well- they caught him wrong.
He crawled up the stairs to tell my mom, she told he him he would be fine and sent him back down. The next day when he was still complaining she decided to take him in, turns out it was broken. So yep-- I think all moms have a time they wish they could rewind.
hey Mare! Long time, huh? I have been so up in the thrill of expansion and focus on my thrift fashion side of my blog that I have been missing my 'daily-lifers'. Let us still keep in touch, please. Don't feel bad about the not realizing. My brother passed away right under my nose and that was a doozie to get into perspective. God doesn't expect us to beat ourselves up. He expects us to learn and go forward. (hug)
When I was around 12, I tripped over the dog and my foot slid under the wheel of the car (we were in the garage) when I fell, it twisted my ankle. I got up, hobbled upstairs, Mom iced it but I never cried and it never swelled up.
Two days later my dad brought me to the ER since I couldn't walk on it still. It was broken. The story sounded so crazy the docs asked over and over to ensure that my mother (who had not come in with me) had not broken my ankle.
Loved this! I think guilt is a mother's middle name. This post choked me up.... Just filled me love for my own sons and made me feel a bond with you and all moms!
Have had similar adventures with our three kids. I don't think it makes you a bad mom, just a real one. :)
My mom used to call me the practice child, as I am the oldest of my three sisters. So of course, I told that to my oldest, a son. But I think you're right, they're all practice kids, and now we have plenty of practice for grandkids! :)
Yeah many of us parents have moments like those in our lives, looking back we think how did we not notice that but sometimes at the time we just don't and we can't go back and change things we can only do better in the future......although my eldest still reminds me of the time I sent her to school so sick she throw up and had to be picked up by her pop as the school couldn't reach me........no mobiles back then......
Someone once told me that the sign of being a good mother is worrying that you messed up, because bad mothers never think that. Hope there's some comfort in those words for you!
If not, know this. I walked around on a broken foot for 18 months before it was diagnosed and by then the surgery was much more extensive and I didn't drive for two months verses maybe a week had it been diagnosed correctly initially.
I think we all wish we could rewind sometimes. The great thing is, the kids seem to turn out pretty great in spite of those days...which means we must be something right most of the time! :)
Ha! I found out about my oldest's bad eyesight after he was tested at school. A letter was sent home with him, saying he needed to be checked by a doctor. I ignored the paper! Surely, I would know if he needed glasses. Three months later, I got another letter by the Health Dept, wanting to know the results. I finally made an appointment. Yeah, he needed glasses. In the car on the way home, I did a test with him. "Can you read that?" sort of thing. He couldn't see anything with his left eye. Instead of rewinds, we got the wonderful love and forgiveness children give wholeheartedly. Good thing. :)
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lol. We've all been there. I know just how you feel. What a great photo of you and your son! loved that last line. lol
We all feel that way at times...I just took my 17 year daughter to get some glasses....she had never really said anything...but when we went to get her drivers permit...she had a really hard time reading the lines!! I felt awful!! I mean how could I have not noticed! Since I have 4 kids...that would just be the tip of the iceberg...I would tell ya not to sweat it..but I know from experience that we will always sweat the stuff we somehow missed..
My brother once broke his leg-- they were at a friends house all playing together in the basement while the parents were playing games upstairs. They were jumping off a freezer and some of the boys insisted on catching my brother and well- they caught him wrong.
He crawled up the stairs to tell my mom, she told he him he would be fine and sent him back down. The next day when he was still complaining she decided to take him in, turns out it was broken. So yep-- I think all moms have a time they wish they could rewind.
hey Mare! Long time, huh? I have been so up in the thrill of expansion and focus on my thrift fashion side of my blog that I have been missing my 'daily-lifers'. Let us still keep in touch, please. Don't feel bad about the not realizing. My brother passed away right under my nose and that was a doozie to get into perspective. God doesn't expect us to beat ourselves up. He expects us to learn and go forward. (hug)
When I was around 12, I tripped over the dog and my foot slid under the wheel of the car (we were in the garage) when I fell, it twisted my ankle. I got up, hobbled upstairs, Mom iced it but I never cried and it never swelled up.
Two days later my dad brought me to the ER since I couldn't walk on it still. It was broken. The story sounded so crazy the docs asked over and over to ensure that my mother (who had not come in with me) had not broken my ankle.
It was after all, mother's day. :)
She still feels guilty.
Loved this! I think guilt is a mother's middle name. This post choked me up.... Just filled me love for my own sons and made me feel a bond with you and all moms!
Have had similar adventures with our three kids. I don't think it makes you a bad mom, just a real one. :)
My mom used to call me the practice child, as I am the oldest of my three sisters. So of course, I told that to my oldest, a son. But I think you're right, they're all practice kids, and now we have plenty of practice for grandkids! :)
Yeah many of us parents have moments like those in our lives, looking back we think how did we not notice that but sometimes at the time we just don't and we can't go back and change things we can only do better in the future......although my eldest still reminds me of the time I sent her to school so sick she throw up and had to be picked up by her pop as the school couldn't reach me........no mobiles back then......
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Someone once told me that the sign of being a good mother is worrying that you messed up, because bad mothers never think that. Hope there's some comfort in those words for you!
If not, know this. I walked around on a broken foot for 18 months before it was diagnosed and by then the surgery was much more extensive and I didn't drive for two months verses maybe a week had it been diagnosed correctly initially.
As a Mom I wholeheartedly relate! It's a good thing that most of our kids don't hold too much against us! :) Your son looks happy and well-adjusted!
I think we all wish we could rewind sometimes. The great thing is, the kids seem to turn out pretty great in spite of those days...which means we must be something right most of the time! :)
Ha! I found out about my oldest's bad eyesight after he was tested at school. A letter was sent home with him, saying he needed to be checked by a doctor. I ignored the paper! Surely, I would know if he needed glasses. Three months later, I got another letter by the Health Dept, wanting to know the results. I finally made an appointment. Yeah, he needed glasses. In the car on the way home, I did a test with him. "Can you read that?" sort of thing. He couldn't see anything with his left eye.
Instead of rewinds, we got the wonderful love and forgiveness children give wholeheartedly. Good thing. :)
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