Well, it finally happened.
I suppose it happens to most of us at some point in the parenting life cycle. But I was really hoping it would be one of the “joys” I didn’t get to experience. You see, as a child, it never happened to me and if it did, I didn’t realize it so there were no lasting emotional scars.
My daughter wasn’t so lucky.
On a recent Saturday afternoon, my husband and I thought the kids were napping. We hadn’t heard stirring from either kids’ room in a while. We thought we were in the clear.
But we weren’t. And let me tell you, hearing a little voice say, “Mommy?” is on-par with being hit with a bucket of ice water.
“Mommy’s napping,” I said.
And then, with a lot of rustling and stifled laughter, we tucked her back in bed with very few awkward questions.
I don’t think we’re in the clear, though. This seems to be one of those golden moments in life that the kid will bring up at a very inopportune moment — like to the cashier at Target, or to a grandma, or to a teacher. Experience has taught me that my kids aren’t afraid to say anything. My son announced the way male and female anatomy are different while standing in a restaurant; my daughter recently told the lady at the bakery that she has an “itchy cutie patootie.”
Oh, no. Embarrassing, awkward situations aren’t over for me. They’re just starting.