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Some people will think I’m a bad mom.
There it is. That jagged little pill. I still haven’t completely choked it down. It gives me that little pit in my stomach when I force myself to do what’s best for my kids … even in public.
“Does she have a backpack?” asked the driver of the van that Charlotte takes to camp each morning.
I knew it was still in our car that was parked about 10 yards away.
“Yes. In the car,” I said. He stared at me.
“Is she going to have it by the time I drive away?” he asked, eyebrows raised.
“I don’t know,” I said as we watched Charlotte settle in to the back seat without her backpack. I smiled uncomfortably and said, “We like to say, ‘If you don’t want to do it forever, don’t do it once!’”
“Okaaay….” he said, eyebrows still raised in disbelief.
My stomach tightened slightly as we stood in silence. Ten seconds passed and then we watched as Charlotte calmly unfastened her seat belt, hopped out of the van, and ran to the car to get her backpack.
Yes, some people will think I’m a bad mom. But what’s more important, what they think? Or this:
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Great one! Thank you for including the quote, “If you don’t want to do if forever, don’t do it once.”
Hey, we’re all getting more comfortable with sitting in uncomfortable spots with this stuff…and somehow it always pays off. Kudos to you for this one, love the idea that your trust in your kids and their ability to handle things is not willing to be rocked by other people’s preconceptions.
Reply from Flockmother: Yes, each time it gets a little easier to ignore the skeptics. Sometimes I still have to consciously control the self-talk in my head. This time it was, “Either she’ll remember on her own, or she’ll find a way to get through her day without it. Either way, I trust that she’ll be fine, and what this guy here thinks of that just … doesn’t … matter.”
That and shoving my hands in my pockets and pursing my lips shut helps too.