It’s been several hours and I’m still feeling guilty. Today was pajama day at school and my daughter wanted to wear a beloved pink princess nightgown that is in rough shape. We have about 8,432 princess nightgowns, but this is the one she chose. Looking at her wearing it with sneakers this morning reaffirmed my opinion that this nightgown is definitely more shabby than chic. So, I set about trying to change her mind. I told her it was ratty and pointed out the parts that were in particularly bad shape.
Crushed, she changed her nightgown.
Then my husband chimed in with some comment about how it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. And he’s right. I tell her all the time that it doesn’t matter what other people think, yet my actions today proved hypocritical. I’m not thrilled about that, but that’s not the worst part. The main source of my guilt is that I took something my daughter loves and thinks is beautiful and I put it down. Um, that’s wrong, really wrong. And I did it to manipulated her to achieve what I wanted. I wish I would have just said, “No, wear this one instead,” and left the room.
So, this is one of those I wish I could take back.
Can I get a do-over?!? No? well, then I guess it’s live and learn.
Oh how I know this feeling. It made me sad to read this because I know how you feel. You are a great mom and you meant well.
In a frustrated state I told my daughter that she was too old to suck her thumb. Her friends were going to make fun of her. TERRIBLE! Now, I hear her make comments about her clothes and say her friends will make fun of her. I blame myself for this.
You’ll beat yourself up. You meant well and you are a wonderful mother.
Thanks for your comment, Rachel. I’m glad I am not the only one who has motherhood moments.