This morning started out as one of those days. I woke up and everything just seemed like if it could go wrong it was going to go wrong. But I did what I always do. I pulled my big girl panties up and I kept it moving. Then my 10 yr old asked could he take his bike to school so he could ride to his friend’s house after. Sure kid why not? So he goes to load it in my Excursion. After a few minutes, I go to check on him. Just in time to see him knock the side of the rear hatch with his handlebars. Well, the hatch comes crashing down and lands on the handlebar just perfectly that my back window shattered.
Now I wanted to yell I wanted to scream and stomp my foot like a toddler but in that moment I looked at my son. His eyes were glistening with tears. Mind you this is my straight A, starter football player, hardly ever gets in trouble kid. His heart in his eyes he says 3 simple words. Mommy, I’m sorry. And looking at him I could see the hurt he was feeling thinking I was going to be upset.
The hurt I would never want him to feel. So I pushed my anger aside and gave him a hug and told him accidents happen and that’s what full coverage glass coverage is for. Then I went a step further I told him while I forgave him and understood accidents happen he had to clean it up. So he and I together swept it up and disposed of the remnants of my back window. Then his friends mom picked him up and took him to school. And s soon as her car pulled around the corner I stomped my foot and called the hubby yelling. He showed up with coffee and pie proud I didn’t yell at our kiddo zbut knowing I needed the coffee and pie. He called our insurance and called our glass guy easy peasy it was handled. I
am fortunate to have him because honestly after the morning I had it was the straw that broke the camels back and it was the one more I couldn’t handle. I sat on the couch to eat pie and wallow in self-pity when I got a text from my son. It said “mommy I’m so sorry. Thank you for not being angry at me. I love you. I’m sorry and I hope you have a better day.” And just like that, I did. I realized my son could have gone to school feeling upset or like I was angry. He could have felt unsure all day or guilty. But instead, because I took a deep breath and counted to 3 before I responded he went to school recognizing he did something, confidence rebuilt because he fixed it the best he could, and confident that no matter what I loved him and it would all be ok. Knowing he was ok and that most importantly he and I were ok was more important than any window. So my advice is take a deep breath and count to 3 when it really matters. #boymomdaze #mommydaze #momlife