So the other day, a friend of mine took to FaceBook to make a confession and publicly flog herself for being, well, human: She accidentally forgot her son at daycare and remembered only after she got the dreaded, “Um, you gonna come get your kid?” phone call. Of course, she felt terrible like the worst mother ever. But within seconds, she got a gazillion reassurances from her mom friends that she’s a terrific mother and nowhere in her job description does it say she has to be perfect.
Because none of us are. And sometimes it does us all good to be reminded of this.
So, in honor of my friend, I figured I’d kick off The MyBrownBaby Confessions a regular running feature in which we all come clean on our mom screw-ups so that we can a) purge a little; b) see that we’re not the only ones who suck sometimes and; c) laugh and commiserate with one another and lend each other that “Girl been there, done that” shoulder to lean on. I’ll go first:
Last week, when I realized just 15 minutes before the bus came that Lila didn’t have any clean pants to wear to school, I pulled out the least stinky pair from the dirty laundry and let her rock them like they were fresh out of GapKids and I’d just popped the tag. Hey: at least her underwear were clean. #dontjudgeme
Okay go for it: What’s your MyBrownBaby confession? Tell me in the comments section.
(Flickr photo by Sam Cockman for Creative Commons.)
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