On Being Embarassed
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It hurts to be a mommy sometimes.
My girl came home from school last week and was acting strangely. She looked sort of down and like she had a secret at the same time. I waited until the right moment and she finally told me that while she was at school, during circle, she had let a loud fart rip. And then she told me she cried.
I was in the middle of starting to laugh, until I remembered how embarassing life can get for a child. I haven't blushed in years, but I remember doing so frequently as a girl, and the tears that would follow when I was alone. I remember days where I wouldn't want to go back to school, where I wanted to change schools for doing or saying something stupid the day before. And I remember how alienating life can seem when everyone laughs at you, not with you.
So my daughter sat on my lap for a long time, crying out her shame and her disappointment. I couldn't believe how hot with guilt she was, and how exhausted she seemed after she had finally stopped shedding tears.
I hugged her for a long time. And later, made her laugh about it, too. Everything is all right now, but I can't help but think about how my daughter's pain can cause me tears, even if no blood has been shed.
My girl came home from school last week and was acting strangely. She looked sort of down and like she had a secret at the same time. I waited until the right moment and she finally told me that while she was at school, during circle, she had let a loud fart rip. And then she told me she cried.
I was in the middle of starting to laugh, until I remembered how embarassing life can get for a child. I haven't blushed in years, but I remember doing so frequently as a girl, and the tears that would follow when I was alone. I remember days where I wouldn't want to go back to school, where I wanted to change schools for doing or saying something stupid the day before. And I remember how alienating life can seem when everyone laughs at you, not with you.
So my daughter sat on my lap for a long time, crying out her shame and her disappointment. I couldn't believe how hot with guilt she was, and how exhausted she seemed after she had finally stopped shedding tears.
I hugged her for a long time. And later, made her laugh about it, too. Everything is all right now, but I can't help but think about how my daughter's pain can cause me tears, even if no blood has been shed.
