Posted by Tamara O.
There are moments I feel great about my actions as a mom because
in those moments, I think I'm a good mom. Then there are all the
After an especially busy day running the kids to activities all
day, my husband Bob took the girls out for a bike ride while I
cleaned up after dinner and shuttled my son to the tennis
As soon as we left the house, I spotted it. A giant gouge on the
back fender of my beautiful dark cherry SUV. I felt sick to my
stomach. I started crying. I knew instantly that one of the girls
scraped it with their bike. Anger blinded me.
The kids know how much I love that car. I park far away from
other cars to avoid those other owners from banging my car with
their doors. I am always on the lookout for dangers that might
befall it. I didn't think it would be one of my own kids who would
ruin its pristine paint.
By the time I returned from the tennis courts, the girls were
home. I screamed at them to meet me outside. I figured my youngest
was the guilty party, but my 10-year-old burst into tears and
admitted doing it. I started screaming at her. Yes, outside where
all the neighbors could hear. How could she do that to my car? I'll
spare you the rant, but I had both of us sobbing.
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I was still furious at bedtime and she was still sobbing in her
room, though I heard her sneak downstairs to put her savings
-- $31 -- on my purse, telling me to use it to make the
I'm still angry and looking at the scrape this morning made me
cry all over again. You might say it's just a car, that it was just
an accident. You'd probably be right.
As I said, it's not my proudest moment. Now I'm left to wonder
how much it will cost to fix both the car and my relationship with
my sweet, accident-prone daughter?
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