Sunday, January 24, 2010

Bad mom award

Well, today I win the horrible mom award. I am cold and tired. I miss Brent. I really want to sit under a blanket and read this afternoon, but my family seems to think they should eat 3 times a day. Goofy people! Since I already had most of dinner ready--we do soup, salad, and bread on Sundays--I was ready to turn over the dinner prep to one of the girls. There were a couple things I needed to do first so I was in the kitchen getting ready. My shadow was in his normal spot, underfoot. After several requests to him to stand out of the way, I physically moved him to a spot where I wouldn't trip over him. His eyes filled and his lip started to quiver. I ignored him and went on about my business. That's when it started....

Him: "Mom. Mom?"
me: "Yes?"
him: "Mom. MOM!"
me: "Yes?"
him: "Mom. That's not how my China mom did that. I know. You're doing it wrong."
me: "Hmmm...well, that's interesting. How did your China mom do it?"
him: "I don't know. Not like that."
me: "Oh."

Any time I started doing something new, we'd start over. The third time through, I swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and looked at him. Calmly, much more calmly than I felt, I said, "Sweetheart? You NEED to go into the other room. NOW. And stay there until I call you for dinner." More quivering lips and teary eyes. I had to get Jim involved, and the results weren't very pretty. But if I hadn't, I'm sure I would have burst out with the thoughts running through my mind:

"I've been doing this longer than your China mommy's been alive. If you don't like it, tough. You can do it yourself, go find someone who will do it to your liking, or learn to like it the way I do it. I'm finished competing with someone you don't know!"

I didn't say it. I wouldn't. But I sure feel that way sometimes. It's funny--one of them has to let me know that his China mommy was absolutely perfect and I never do anything right; the other one says that his China mommy would like to learn from me since I do everything so well.

No wonder I feel like the worst mom in the world. To one child here, it seems that I am.


  1. Oh, sweetie! You are not the worst mom!!! You are wonderful and amazing! Sometimes your kids just forget that or just want to make you suffer for some injustice. You are the best!!! Want to come to Ohio for a vacation? Bring the boys and Cullen and Kieren can torture them!

  2. You don't get a bad mom award at all! You managed to hold your tongue even though one of your little guys was pushing you to the limit. I think you handled the situation very well.