Stinkbumps the Wonder Boy: The rants, ravings and ramblings of a lunatic, overachieving single mom.
Wednesday, April 07, 2010
In Which I Admit I'm a Terrible, Horrible, Very Bad Mother (Or, I Didn't Fix My Kid an Easter Basket)
This is the post in which I admit that I'm a terrible, horrible, very bad mother. You see, my kid didn't get an Easter basket this year. Usually, he gets a nice basket with a chocolate bunny, a small toy or two of some sort, and some candy. This year, he got nothing. No. Thing. No basket, no chocolate bunny to chew the ears off of, no toys, nothing. I didn't even take his picture in his nice mint-green dress shirt, green/white/blue tie, and khaki pants. Tooz took one of him in front of the cross at church, but other than that - nothing. (BTW - Tooz, can you e-mail me a copy of that photo?) In my defense, I smashed the absolute heck out of my finger the day before - the day I had planned to go candy and toy shopping. Instead, after I smushed my finger all to hades and back at 7 a.m., I climbed into bed with a bottle of leftover prescription painkiller liquid. I still can't feel parts of my finger. I did manage to go to Walgreen's the other night in search of medicine to treat the mangledness that is my finger. There, I found a chocolate bunny of the kind he likes (and won't kill him to eat) on sale, and bought him one (and myself one, too). And I did manage to find one lonely little bag of pretty pastel Easter-dressed Hershey Kisses. Out of guilt, I bought him a small LEGO set at (insert big-box retailer name here) Sunday night. But none of it ever wound up in a basket. I think I'm going straight to parent Hell.
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A good lesson that Easter isn't chocolate in plastic grass? I dunno…you're fine. I sense (and empathize) with your guilt, but when it comes to chocolate: better late than never. You do a great (single) job…don't sweat the small stuff.
I didn't give CJ an Easter basket this year. I wasn't aware that I had to.
Point of clarification: I'm going straight to parenting hell because Easter baskets are given faithfully in my family, year after year. I have pictures of every sibling and I with our baskets, and have pictures of Jamie with an Easter basket for the years 1998 to 2009. This was the first year I had not done it. Not that it's required for all parents, but because it is traditionally done in my family and did not do it this year. I do not think any parent who does not observe an Easter basket tradition is a bad parent, just that I am because I didn't do it this year.
My family is the same way. In my family you get an Easter basket until you have kids. Seriously, when I got married, mom started doing one for Bob, too. When I read this, I thought, Hmmmm. I wonder when normal kids outgrow baskets. Since I suspect Brynna may be an old maid, I'll probably be giving her baskets in her 70's. And yes, I plan on living that long.
Well, the good news is that the Easter things are all on clearance. ;) You can always make him re-dress up and take the picture anyway. Toby's one year pictures were when he was 11 months old (and there isn't one of him alone, just with the whole family) and Avery's 18 month pictures happened when she was more like 23 months. :)
(and I'm Tara, not Evan, just too lazy to sign out from his account and back in to mine, of course in the time it took me to type this...)
We don't do easter baskets at all! My kids are too little to know the difference, and I don't want to give them another excuse to whine for more candy. They've got enough toys, too. So you're not going to parent hell...I am!
You also forgot the words "no good".
Couldn't resist! Actually, I understand from my parents and from meeting Jamie a couple of times that you are not what you said you are in the title of this post. For a kid who's turned out as kind, thoughtful, and considerate as Jamie, I'd say you're probably a pretty good mom!
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