It’s my birthday today and I was going to talk about the things that I have learned in the 27 years that I have been on this earth. I was going to talk about the things that have changed in the last 6 years, the person that I am is different from then. I just don’t have the energy for that today, so instead I am confessing on topic with Kirsty from My Home Truths and talking about parental fails.
There is not one single parent out there who is perfect. Not one. Anyone who tries to tell you different is an idiot. I think it’s good to talk about parental fails, I know for me it definitely makes me feel better. It’s nice to know when I am not the only one screwing this thing up a little bit.
I do have to say though that there is a difference between a parental fail and being a failure as a parent. Messing up sometimes is just part of life, your kids aren’t going to care if you have spaghetti on toast for dinner. Hell they will probably love it! As long as they know that you love them and that you will always be there for them then I think you are doing alright.
Now…onto my parental fails, after all sharing is caring!
- When Mr 5 was around 2 we were stopped at a set of traffic lights. He was in his pram and I didn’t realise that I had forgotten to strap him, or that he was trying to stand up to talk to me when the light went green. He fell face first into the bitumen. I felt so bad, and he had a massive bruise on his face for a few days. He was obviously scarred for life as an hour later I caught him scaling the bookshelf!
- I once had to use towels as a sheet because he had gastro and I’d run out of sheets during the night. I was so glad that I was using fabric softener at the time.
- When Mr 5 was around 18 months he touched the mower engine just after Paul had finished using it. I ran his hand under cool water but there didn’t seem to be a mark. An hour later his palm had bubbled up in a large blister and it still wasn’t worrying him.
- Buying and making Mr 5 wear a NSW Jersey
- Giving Mr 5 a bird bath with a washer because we slept in (again!) and were running late for school.
Despite what I see as fails, Mr 5 is a pretty good kid. He has a ton of personality and I love him with every fiber of my being. He is the reason that I get up everyday and he is the reason that I pick myself up and keep going, even when I really don’t want to.
What’s your most memorable parenting fail?
Any fails that you can remember your parents committing?
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