Last Thursday Mason and I spent some time visiting with some women from church. Both Mason and I really look forward to these visits each month. He loves the chance to play with his friend Jake and I love the dear friendships I've developed. It was a much needed, wonderful day out of the house.
As we left home just before 10:30 I realized that I meant to pack a lunch for Mason to eat at some point since I knew our visits would last until after 1:00. I quickly grabbed a snack for Mason, mentally justifying that he would probably prefer playing to eating lunch. He was happy the whole time we were gone, not even wanting to eat the fruit snacks I'd brought.
We arrived home just before 2:00 and I felt terrible that I was giving my four-year-old such a late lunch. I asked if he wanted me to make him a sandwich or if he wanted soup. His answer of "But I didn't have breakfast yet," totally caught me off guard. Of course he'd had breakfast, right? Toast? Pop Tart? Eggo Waffle? Cereal? I thought through the morning and remembered seeing him eat a few goldfish crackers while I packed Shawn's lunch at 7:30. After getting the kids out the door to school Mason hurried upstairs to play and never asked for breakfast. Yikes. 2:00 in the afternoon and my poor baby had only eaten a few goldfish. I felt terrible. He insisted on eating breakfast right then and asked for scrambled eggs with ham and peanut butter toast. So I made him a nice big breakfast.
As soon as he was done he told me he was ready for his soup. Of course I had assumed that his request for breakfast had cancelled out the possibility that he'd want soup for lunch and I'd finished off the leftovers from the night before. With tears in his eyes he told me I was a bad mom for eating his soup. Then the big tears came. "That was my soup, Mom. You said I could eat it. You made a bad choice."
Yep. Not only had I forgotten to give my dear son breakfast, I'd eaten his soup.
Mom of the Month for sure.
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Oh Sister Egan, first of all you are a great mom!! And second of all, I love your blog!
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Julie, if you didn't have a few MOTM moments, you'd make the rest of us feel even worse. It is bad enough that your kids always appear clean and happy. You never age. Your kids are actively involved in developing their skills AND they each have fun, interesting personalities as well. Your husband looks happy and relaxed. You are dedicated to any calling thrown at you, and competent. So... sorry for your heartbreaking moment. But at least we all finally have proof you are human. Hugs!
That was awesome! I can't tell you how many days I look at Audrey and ask her if she has had breakfast yet. I am getting better and asking before we leave the house, but so often others get her breakfast, that I just assume she has eaten.
Awesome.
Poor Mason, he never gets any attention or soup...
Every kid needs some dirt on their parents. Otherwise future family reunions would be way too boring. Now that Mason has his, he can go on to live a happy, productive life. Thanks, in large part, to his awesome mom.
You mean I'm not the only one??? This makes me feel so good!!! Love you and you are one of the best moms I know!!!
Oh dear. Poor Mason. Poor Julie. (But hooray for the rest of us, who are also imperfect mothers!)
You are such a great mom Julie! It makes me feel better knowing that even you have days like this. ;) Sweet, sweet Mason! We miss that boy! We miss all of you!
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