We all have them. I know that I live in a perpetual state of mom fail. Some are humorous while others bother me long after the tears have stopped falling. I recently came across a blog ALEARNINGSTORY.COM where she shared a post on one of her mom fails. It made me realize that all too often we tend to portray our lives in social media as perfect. However, life in my chaotic household is far from perfect and I experience mom fail on a daily basis.
So with that said, I am trying to bring you a weekly Mom Fail Monday post to show moms (and dads) everywhere that fails happen and it’s about time we start expecting them and finding the humor in them.
Mom Fail Monday: The Black Eye
My child got her first black eye this past week. Technically I was at work and she was home with Aaron when this happened but we will still call this a mom fail. She was toddling along and fell hitting her face on the coffee table. Was she direly injured? No. In fact, she barely cried and continued on playing. A few minutes later Aaron looked at her face and realized the damage that had been done; Avery had what would soon become a black eye on her right eye.
You may be asking yourself why I would think of this as a mom fail? Kids have accidents all the time, especially when they start walking. Yes, I understand this, I am an emergency room nurse after all and see kids with bumps and bruises from various sources. However, this was Avery’s real first injury and not only was I not there when it happened but I start thinking about all the things that I could have been done to prevent it.
Did she trip on the carpet? Is there a way that I could have padded the coffee table so when she inevitably did fall, there would have been a cushion? Maybe it was her shoes or lack there of? Maybe I can just wrap her in bubble wrap and call it good?
It took me a day or two to stop feeling bad and put down the baby proofing paraphernalia to be thankful for two things.
- She wasn’t seriously injured (just sporting a black eye for a little bit)
- She’s a tough little lady (because I would have cried more)
All of these made me realize (again) that accidents and kids go hand in hand. So I embraced my 14 month old’s black eye and figured this mom fail was more less a fail but the result of a clumsy toddler.