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 other times.
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 courts.
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 repairs.
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?