Loser Mom or Suckified Parenting, Parts 2 and 2

Today we went to look at a house in Pungo. We love it.  We can’t afford it. M has been excited for days over the Easter Egg Hunt we were to attend at my cousin’s daughter’s house…how weird is it that my cousin’s daughter is grown with kids and a nicer house than mine? With cows? Anyway. I thought it started at 1:00. We arrived around 1:30. An hour and a half late. All the eggs were found already, the hunt was over, M’s dress was beautiful and pointless except for the pics we took of her on her pony, who we visited for a moment since we were in the ‘hood.

Krikey. Poor kid. She was so sweet about it, so cool, so kind, so obviously, heart-wrenchingly disappointed…I felt like such a Loser Mom. How could I have botched our arrival time so completely?
I asked Hubby to stop at WalMart on the way home and we bought a million and fifteen eggs and candy to stuff those babies. I stuffed 40 of them, hid them while/where she wasn’t looking and asked her to go and see if my cell phone was in the van. Oh My God. What a happy, thrilled, ecstatic, wonder-filled child she was when she grabbed the grubby lunch cooler from the mud room and went after those plastic eggs. The Easter Bunny, who seems a bit removed compared to Santa, managed to find out about her distress and deliver all those eggs while we were gone. Just for her. Magic, pure and simple magic and her absolute belief in it is astonishing.
She’s asleep now. I don’t feel like such a loser anymore. The Easter bunny is king tonight, baby. The Easter bunny is king.
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About Blue Eagle Dreamer

Shamanic High Priestess and facilitator of empowerment and healing circles for girls and women, including a monthly Red Tent Temple. BA in English, minor in anthropology. Waldorf homeschool mom. Reiki master, cranial sacral therapist, herbalist, menstruvist, feminist, epicurian.
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