Last Friday was like every other day. We raced around getting ready for school, packing lunches and guzzling coffee (me), being completely silly and taking forever to get dressed (them) and just going about our normal routine.
But as soon as we pulled into the school parking lot I realized something was wrong. I saw these kids getting out of their parents’ cars in costumes. It was the 100th day of school. And in my daughter’s class they were celebrating by dressing up like a 100 year old.
And I had forgotten.
Sigh.
All of the other kids were dressed up. The teacher was dressed up. And there was my daughter. Not dressed up.
Oh sure, she looked as adorable as she always does but she wasn’t dressed like a 100 year old. It was a ‘Mom Fail’ moment.
Of course it wasn’t the first. And it won’t be the last. But standing there holding her little hand as she glanced around the room I could physically feel her awareness of the situation. And my heart broke. Oh, I know it’s not the end of the world. I hope and pray know that she won’t end up in the therapist’s office someday bemoaning the fact that when she was in the first grade her mother forgot to have her dress like a 100 year old for the 100 day celebration at school.
But, it still hurt to see her feeling left out and to know that I could have prevented it. I offered to go home and grab some dress-up stuff and bring it back to school for her but she said, “it’s ok Mommy”.
Sigh.
In the grand scheme of things, the times I’ve forgotten about 100 Day Celebrations and to pack snacks in backpacks and sign permission slips and create the most perfect teachers’ gifts are only a blip on the page of my children’s childhood. At least I hope it is!
And I know that I’m an imperfect mom raising imperfect kids in an imperfect world.
So, I give myself grace.
And I decide to get a jump start on things by making something fun for her to wear for St. Patrick’s Day.
FIVE MINUTE BUTTON SHAMROCK SHIRT
Because I wouldn’t want her to get pinched for not wearing green!
We moms sure are hard on ourselves aren’t we?
We see that mom who is doing crafts with her kids and is perfectly fine with play-dough being stuck in the carpet or flour being tossed up in the air and we wonder why we can’t be more carefree like that. We’re certain that her kids will ‘rise up and call her blessed’ for her anything goes attitude and that she would never ever tell them that play-dough is from the devil.
We attend those impeccably planned birthday parties with handmade party favors that perfectly coordinate with the chosen theme and we wonder if we will ever be able to just buy invitations at WalMart again.
We see the “look what our family had for dinner tonight!” updates on Facebook with a picture of a pile of something that you are fairly certain is kale or some other thing your supposed to be eating all the time now but you know that last night you counted ketchup as your ‘vegetable’.
When I look back at my childhood I don’t remember the time my mom forgot to sign my reading chart or didn’t remember to pack me a snack or turn in a field trip permission slip. I’m sure that they happened though. Because, well, she was a mom.
No, I don’t remember any of those things.
I do remember her pretending to be Mrs. Olson so that I could pretend to be Laura bringing in the eggs to the Mercantile/Kitchen.
And I remember her walking me to school each day and stopping long enough to let me jump up on the bus stop bench and sing “The Star Spangled Banner” at the top of my lungs.
Last weekend we celebrated my birthday at my parent’s home and we watched slides (yes, slides with the projector and screen and all!) of when we were little. I saw images of my mom playing in the snow with us and catching us at the bottom of the slide in the park and hosting birthday parties and volunteering in our classrooms.
And suddenly I felt my love for her taken to a whole new level. Because in those pictures she was my age.
She was just an imperfect mom raising imperfect kids in an imperfect world.
Would she have remembered to have me dress up like a 100 year old for the 100th Day of school celebration? Maybe. Maybe not.
Would she have made me a Shamrock Button Shirt? Maybe. Maybe not.
Would I remember whether she did or didn’t. Nope.
Because I knew that she loved us deeply.
And that’s really the best memory to have after all, isn’t it? 🙂
Looking for some more great ideas and inspiration for St. Patrick’s Day? Check out these!
P.S. Heather is sharing her FAVORITE ROOM with Kim over at Savvy Southern Style today! Be sure to head over and say “hi” and give her your opinion on a couple of decorating dilemmas!
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26 Comments on "A Mom Fail and a Button Shamrock Shirt"
LOVE this post, Vanessa! You are such a good mom–even if you’re as imperfect as the rest of us. I’m so glad for you and Heather that you still have your mom with you on this earth–what a blessing for you to get to be with her as you walk the same paths that she walked many years ago.
The shamrock button shirt is adorable! You get “mom points” for that!
That was beautiful and really made me think of my Mom. Thanks for that.
What a beautiful post. Boy, we’ve all had those moments. It’s how we respond to them that counts. Love this… the perspective you took. Great reminder even for this momma of Middle-School aged kiddos. Happy Friday!
What a fantastic post that all Moms should read. Glad to know I’m not the only one who is forgetful sometimes and… Ketchup as a vegetable? It’s happened. lol You’re so right – they won’t remember these little “Mom fails” but all of the things we HAVE done. That shamrock shirt is adorable! Pinning now and thank you so much for including my 50 Green Ideas here! xoxo
Teared up a little on this one!!!
Cute, fun shirt. She’ll love it.
~Cheryl
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Oh Vanessa…I am right bedside you:-) Thank you, thank you for this post!!! I’m honestly glad to know I’m not the only one. All of it — could be us. Thank you…I needed that today:-)
We do have Mom fails all the time and beat ourselves up over it… because we are good – no GREAT Mom’s! I feel for you! Been there, done that! In retrospect as my kids have gotten older they have never said to me… I’m still upset that you forgot 100 day or that you forgot you were to bring cupcakes to school etc… They usually remember the good.
The shamrock shirt is very cute! I enjoy reading your posts girls.
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My heart sunk reading this, we have all been there more then once. The funny thing is I don’t remember those fail moments as a child either, I only remember the times my mom went on field trips with us, volunteered in the classroom, drove us to school and I can guarantee she had those moments as well while trying to raise four of us. Thanks for this post
XO
Kristin
Oh and I love the shirt 🙂
Thanks sweet friend! 🙂
Vanessa dear, you made me cry with this post… I have an only child and am often blaming myself for not doing this or that, or worse, for doing it all wrong (according to WHOM?) But you are certainly right, in the end we don’t even remember our mom’s little fails, but all the time and effort and LOVE she offered to us in daily life! Thanks so much for reminding this to me… perfectionism is poisonous!
Hugs and blessings,
K.
Perfectionism IS definitely poisonous Kassandra! I’m definitely going to be borrowing that one because it is so true. 🙂 Thank you so much for coming by today!
Vanessa- I don’t know what it is about this post but by the time I finished reading it I have tears in my eyes. Maybe it makes me think of my daughters and hope that is what they will remember about me….that in spite of all the screw ups-they were loved and cherished….and now they are MY age with kids THEIR age. Life certainly moves us along….xo Diana
Girl, we have all been there. For me,more times than I care to recall. Now, Jack my younger one takes charge, he reminds me of things coming up and leaves it out on the counter, even then I may still forget, and he gently reminds me. Oh and don’t kid yourself, they will all need therapy LOL..it’s not a bad thing and I’m sure there will be a long line.
Sending a vintage mommy hug your way from a mother who is on the other side of the story looking back and hoping that she did “enough” right in that imperfect job of raising imperfect kids in an imperfect world. You wrote a lovely post that tendered my heart so much. I get it. I’m sure we all do. (Or we should…)
And the button shirt is precious! She’s been the cutest one there that day. (Note that I refrained from saying that she will be as cute as a button. It was difficult. I thought it.)
Thanks so much Debbie!! And I almost used “cute as a button” as the title of the post so we are definitely of one corny mind my friend. LOL! Thank you so much for the encouragement!
Vanessa
Great post, Vanessa. Now that I’m at the grandma stage of life and take care of my daughter’s children while she works, I find that I have ‘grandma fails’. It’s a phenomenon that never goes away! lol You’re so right when you say those are not the moments that your children will remember.
Thanks for the reminder of all the good times, Vanessa! it is a joy and privilege to be the mother of your sister and you! Love you!
We’ve all been there as moms.I think it breaks our heart more than our kids.
You have an amazing way of making me feel better about myself. Reading this post was the reality check I needed today. Everything you wrote is so absolutely, totally spot-on. God bless 🙂
I love, love, love this post for many reasons….I love how you write about “real life”…the imperfectness of it…However, in your children’s eyes, you are perfect…as you love them dearly and unconditionally…and love the Shamrock shirt…as St. Patrick’s Day is so special to me (in more ways than one too)…as one of the reasons is that it is my precious granddaughter’s birthday…..and I would have loved to see you sing the Star Spangled Banner on that bench!!
I would have forgotten it too. I mean really how are we supposed to remember all that stuff? I kept them alive today. Let’s celebrate that.
If she could have any mom to forget about 100 year day, I know she would pick you every time. We forget things, it happens. I’m so glad you forgave yourself. Just like we forgive them on days when they are less than adorable 😉 Hugs!!
Thank you for making me feel less alone in the mom fail category. 🙂 beautiful post, awesome shirt!
Thank you to create me personally experience a smaller amount on your own from the mum fail type gorgeous submit, great top.