Monday, September 24, 2012
Worst Mother In The World
How many times has this title been seen on a mommy blog? I know I've seen it at least a dozen. And for good reason. Mommy guilt is alive and well the world over, one of those truths that just exists, regardless of religion, socio-economic background, or ethnicity. The only thing that's a constant among the population is gender.
You'd think I'd learn. After all these "lessons" and all this time, you'd think I'd have gotten a clue, been more alert, been more prepared. And hence, my guilt of the week.
We all know Samantha has auditory sensitivity. And, over the last 4 years we've been learning (over and over again, mind you...) what the triggers are, when they are likely to occur, what kind of catastrophic reaction would ensue. And after The Great Circus Disaster of 2012, after making a desperate next-day purchase of sound-muffling headphones to help stave off just such a repeat situation, you'd really think I'd have learned that those headphones could be a serious life-saver. And, as the Boy Scouts have taught time and time again, Be Prepared.
Samantha and I had a birthday party to go to on Saturday. It was at someone's house. Shouldn't be a problem, as opposed to all of those crazy parties at the Little Gyms and Torture Zones of the world... And it especially shouldn't be a problem if I brought along her headphones, just in case. I thought about it and planned for it, and was totally ready to do. just. that.
Until it came time to leave. Then I chucked all common sense and preparation right out the window, grabbed Sammi's new library books for her to read in the car, grabbed the birthday present for her friend, and grabbed my purse, completely leaving the headphones behind. I have enough forethought to leave them in her backpack for school (PE is a particularly LOUD activity 3x per week, and they've been wholly effective for her there). And in her backpack they stayed.
So, you can imagine what happened next. Multiple meltdowns (interspersed with joyous playtime, thankfully). Ugh. Horrible mommy that I am, I had to apologize to Sammi for forgetting the headphones. She, being the sweet and forgiving sort, hugged me and said "That's okay, Mommy." And if watching her be tortured through whistles, horns and an enthusiastic round of "Happy Birthday To You" wasn't punishment enough, I'd have been crushed if she hadn't forgiven me.
So, until next time, when I'm sure to be the Worst Mother In The World yet again (not including yesterday morning when I accidentally whacked her in the head then proceeded to step on her blanket-covered hand), all is once again well, Chez Sammi.