Why I’m a Bad Mother, Reason No. 47: I blame my kids for my lack of friends
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Mini Me has a new Sunday School teacher. She is a sweet lady with six kids of her own and four grandchildren.
Mini Me’s class is a rambunctious little group which includes two sets of twins and my chatty daughter who, to my utter horror, can’t manage to keep her dress down in church. I tried making sure that she had shorts on under her dress each Sunday, but that only serves to empower Mini Me more to pull the bows out of her hair, kick off her shoes, and wear her skirt on her head.
The last teacher split town with barely a moments notice. (Can’t say that I blame her.) So when the new teacher came along I was hoping this would mean a fresh start for Mini Me and our good family name.
After church a couple weeks ago, we sat down for a serious talk. I told Mini Me that her new teacher was a really nice lady, someone that I would like to be friends with, but she won’t want to be friends with me unless Mini Me was a good girl in class.
I thought my argument was pretty convincing, but hers was even better.
“Mom, do you have to be friends with everybody?”
Fess up. Have you ever felt embarrassed by your kids in social situations? Have you ever avoided play dates or lunch dates because you were afraid of how your kids would behave?
Guest blogger Annie lives on the Western Slope.