So then, the other day it happened again and I was once more stuck with my foot in my mouth. It all started with the dreaded case of the missing something or other. I despise looking for things, it's such a colossal waste of time! And it seems like my kids are constantly loosing things at our house--things they cannot possibly live without, such as blankies and library books and beloved creations of art. And the worst part is my childrens complete ineptitude at finding things. The thing can be right in front of their faces and they will absolutely not see it. They have serious 'finding-things' handicaps. I think it's a universal epidemic of childhood.
So on this particular day of looking for the thing we cannot live without, I found Noah in his room with his face down on his pillow. I went totally berserk. "Noah!" I yelled. "What are you doing? You need to help me! It's not going to just magically appear, you have to actually get up and look!"
My poor little Noah looked up at me with that same look of sweet innocence on his face, "But Mom, I'm praying."
Oops. "So sorry. Carry on. Perfectly acceptable way of finding things." *Sheepish laugh*
And that's just the way it is with parenting sometimes. Sometimes we have parenting bloopers and there's really nothing we can do about it except laugh and say sorry. And I think our kids appreciate that.