I was going to call this “Bad Parenting Moment.” Doesn’t this sound better? It’s amazing what word choice can do. (Thank you M.F.A.)
I am reserving this category on the blog to share a small number of the many humbling, embarrassing, surreal moments I have with my children, other parents and strangers. I wouldn’t believe them if I weren’t there.
Tonight. I leave M watching television with her barely eaten dinner so that I could quickly do a little research on the computer in the kitchen. I check out some amazing mom blogs so that I might garner a clue as to how this works, when I hear from the living room:
I need to see a doctor! I need to see a doctor! MOMMY I NEED TO SEE A DOCTOR!
WHAT? I run back to the living room and find M is sitting on the couch, where I left her. I imagine that the emergency involves internal bleeding as I cannot see any visible signs of trauma.
What’s wrong?! You need to see a doctor?!
I am confused. Worried.
I need to see a doctor. I need to see a doctor I just see on television!
And that is what I get for leaving the room, and leaving a 3.5 year old watching Without a Trace.
My silly girl.