Stupid Mommy

As you all get to know me, you will learn that I think being a mother is the most important job I will ever have. Raising my daughter has delighted me with the thrill of the greatest roller coaster ride of my life. Every new skill she learned was monumental in every way. Her first steps, first tooth, first words – all great accomplishments that started to mould who she will one day be. 

 

Of course, mothers play a most special role in that development with our encouragement and gentle or sometimes not so kind guidance. However, I never thought that I would be the one to teach my daughter a word that is considered taboo amongst children today. 

 

Just this week, I was reminded by my loving mother, of a situation in which I had found myself in dire need of a man and well – feeling REALLY stupid.

 

My daughter was just over a year old and was sitting very comfortably in the back seat of my Malibu. We had stopped, just like every faithful Canadian, at the local Timmy’s to pick up a coffee on our way home. I honestly did not remember seeing the parking curb. I, honest to God, thought there was none in the parking lot. I don’ t know what I was thinking but the tires sure did go up over the curb a lot easier than I could get them back. It was horrible!

 

I was stuck, the car was stuck and I couldn’t get the wheels to roll back up over the curb. There was no damage to the car, just my pride. I sat in the front seat smacking my head and repeating, “Stupid mommy, stupid, stupid, stupid” while trying to figure out how I was going to get myself out of this pickle.

 

My mother started laughing hysterically when my daughter’s little voice rang out from the back seat, “Stupid Mommy, Stupid Mommy, Stupid Mommy,” Over and over again while she played non-chalantly with her stuffed animal. I looked back to smile upon my small child who was now mocking me and I giggled. Little did I know that the “S” word would be taboo in her school years.  

 

I was, however, able to think after the mood lightened a little and I managed to enlist some help. With my mother at the wheel, a young man and I were able to push the car back up over the curb so that we could go on merry little way.  

 

I learned a valuable lesson that day. 

1- Even if you think they are not listening, they are.

2 – When you feel even the slightest resistance on the wheels – STOP!