Life has been a little chaotic lately. Okay, life has been a lot of chaos. Being a little stressed has made me a little forgetful. So consumed with open house, I forgot that our house was out of milk. Worrying about juggling two jobs, I forgot that some of us in the house were out of underwear. I made cookies and forgot to put the eggs in them.
There are some moments that I hope I wish I could forget.
I wish I could forget the expression on my child’s face when I lost my temper because I could not, for one more moment, answer one more question.
I wish I could forget the urge to shake my child when she was in full temper mode. When she was hitting her head and biting her hand because I would not let her have another snack. (I didn’t shake her, but the urge was real).
I wish I could forget the look of disappointment on my child’s face when I walked out the door to work, or a meeting, or a run, or anything other than spending time with her.
I wish I could forget the feeling of inadequacy when I made pasta with butter for the third night this week because I did not have time to go grocery shopping.
I wish I could forget the feeling of guilt when I dropped my child off to Extended Care because I had to work and that meant her day at school was longer.
Here is what I remember…
I remember the look of joy on my child’s face when I left work early and picked her up from school.
I remember how my child, in full temper mode, curled in my lap and let me ride the storm out with her.
I remember that pasta for dinner 3 nights this week is better than letting the children starve.
I remember that Bridget ran into Extended Daycare and met the teachers with a hug.
I remember that yes, I broke my child’s heart when my temper exploded. But I healed it when I put her to bed.
I remember that it is important not to forget when we fail but learn from those mommy fail moments. That yes, I forgot to put eggs in the cookies but they ate them anyway.
This is how I totally cheated when I Finished The Sentence, “The Things I’ve Forgotten…”