Amanda Hopper Writes

A writer's tale of living and working in the country.

Embarrasing Parental Moments

C’mon, I know I’m not the only one who has endured red-faced moments in public due to my child. Moments where I have wished there was a rock to crawl under and prayed to God that a time machine would suddenly appear and take me back just five minutes.
Like that time that I sat at Chick-fil-A with a table of my playgroup moms while 2-year-old Sam played in the indoor playground. My back was to the large viewing glass and I heard laughter break out around the dining area. Soon someone said, “That little boy is naked!”
Please don’t let it be mine, please don’t let it be mine. Then I turned and gazed upon the pale white buns staring back at me.
No such luck. 
I hauled my pregnant (with Ian) body out of the chair and waddled as fast as I could into the play area. I wedged my wide behind between Sam and the viewing audience while trying to wrestle him into his shirt.
“Honey, you cannot take your clothes off in front of other people, you know that.”
“But Momma, where did my Superman clothes go?”
“What sweetie?”
“My Superman clothes should have been under my Sam clothes.”
“I guess they’re at the cleaners.”
Unfortunately that was not the only time that I have been traumatized by my kiddos. Today for instance, was just another event for me to add to the list of things to get them back for one day.
Today Ian got his cast off. Today should have been an event-free day at the outpatient hospital, but as the nurse pried the cast free of my son’s arm she blurted out, “There’s a quarter in here.”
I peered over her shoulder. “What?”
Low and behold, a quarter, caked with dirt, lay plastered to my child’s hand.
“How did that get in there?” I looked to Ian to provide answers but he only shrugged his shoulders. The nurse turned to me and said, “I will have to go document that we found a quarter in his cast in his file.”
If this had happened to me with my first boy I would have curled up in a fetal position on the floor and started bawling. Ian being my third boy?
I took pictures.
Having three boys has done wonders for my sense of humor. And I am so grateful that, one day, I plan to return the favor.
Anyone else want to share a red-faced parental moment?

1 Comment

  1. One more lesson learned…………

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