I Would Post Photos, But My Computer Is Dead
November 26, 2005
I often joke about being a bad mother and winning the worst mother of the year award. Mostly I am joking. I don’t think I am a particularly bad mother. Most of the time I think I am doing a pretty good job. I yell more than I want, I lose my patience more often than I would like, and occasionally say things that I later regret, but overall if there were a scorecard I think I would get a passing grade.
This past week my 11 month old baby burned his hand on our wood burning stove. I could make excuses and say that I told my older kids to keep an eye on him while I went to the neighboring room to wash my hands. I could say that I was only out of the room for a minute. I could say that he has never ever shown an interest in the stove or gone anywhere near it. I could make a host of other excuses, but when it comes right down to it, it was my fault. It is my responsibility to keep him safe. And I failed.
And to make matters worse, in my hysterics, I yelled at everyone else. Way to set a positive example and model self control! Look at me accepting personal responsibility! Go me!
I later apologized to everyone, but still I feel horrible about it.
Oh, and in the interest of full disclosure, I didn’t have any Children’s Tylenol in the house, so I gave him Children’s Tylenol Cough and Cold medicine.
He is currently wearing a little fingerless mitten on his hand to protect the second degree burns. It doesn’t seem to be bothering him at all, but it is heartbreaking. We have taken to calling him Michael Jackson and will spontaneously begin singing “Beat It” and moonwalking across the room. Yes, our family has a twisted sense of humor.
I’m clearing away a spot for the award right on the fireplace mantel. It can keep Lego Yoda company.
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