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Monday
Apr092012

Failure Is An Option

Failure as a mother comes easily.

The recipe of motherhood was designed to fall flat on occasion.

Mothers are like bakers, who most days execute flawless loaves of warm toasty bread. But, sometimes...

--when it matters

--when everyone is looking the recipe fails.

So too, goes motherhood.

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Recently I took my kid on a cross country trek without any shoes. Which you know means he had to go pee every 25 minutes before we could find a store to purchase some new ones in. You might also know that he found what I thought to be a very clever solution to be wasteful and not good for the environment (see photo). No more trips to the nature center for you, kiddo.

 

 

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Then there was the time he pooped out his pants onto the white carpet at a friend's house, stepped in it and tracked it all across her white carpet before I realized what had happened.

No picture for that frightful bit of parenting.

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Or the time that my husband and I had our son wear the same pair of socks for a good several months. See, we work separate shifts and I thought he was putting new socks on at night and he thought I was putting clean ones on in the morning.

I'm betting a good 4 months passed before he finally got a fresh pair.

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Oh, and then there's tonight. Liam's very first ever t-ball game and he'll be going without his parents to snap adorbale little photos and shoot videos of kids in ahaphazard running game.

We bought tickets to a show last October, never thinking for a minute that he'd have a "first" on this night.

His coach will do great and bring him home to us safely.

Because if he comes home with a preschool line-drive to the head, we'll feel horrible forever.

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Reader Comments (4)

HAHA, the sock thing is so gross. But I can see how that would happen!

Your blog is beautiful, btw. Great colors.

April 10, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterJulie

No line-drives to the head but coach did send him home with pink eye! I was hoping we'd have TONS of pictures from the first game BUT mother-in-law FAIL! From the field, it looked like she was taking a lot of pictures BUT I only have 1 that she took (OF HER VERY OWN KNEE). It is a nice knee though!

April 10, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterJodi

oh my goodness, your sense of humor is spot on for a good read. heres to life's little messes!!

April 15, 2012 | Unregistered Commenterjessica

@Jodi- Glad she got the nice knee shot. :P

@Jessica- Glad you got a laugh out of it.

April 19, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterAlissa

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