tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500889701102335208.post2551712505056839895..comments2022-09-18T20:31:26.110-07:00Comments on Welcome to Possum Cottage: My Worst Confirmation EverAnnie Hatke Schaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13977890058435423969noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500889701102335208.post-18612796843648748162017-05-04T13:21:00.211-07:002017-05-04T13:21:00.211-07:00Cringing right there with you, but I honestly thin...Cringing right there with you, but I honestly think this stuff is worse on us than it is on anyone else. That doesn't make it easier though!<br /><br />Last week, I had a potential "death by humiliation " situation. We went to pick up daffodil bulbs at the home of some elderly friends. They are kind and generous and they did raise six children (who are now middle aged!) but they are also fastidiously clean and well mannered. Their land abuts a park and looks like a botanical garden. Every time we go there, my kids break boundaries and misbehave in ways that shock me. This time, our friend insisted upon loading the five bushels of daffodil bulbs-I was floored because i thought it would be one or two little boxes-into the van while I tried to keep the boys from falling into the pond and the girls off their roof (the house is a berm house with a flat rubber roof) and not lose Sam, who was chasing the cat despite being begged not to. I breathed a sigh of relief when the flowers were loaded and we could get the heck out of there...and the van was locked. With my purse and keys inside that I had flung in there when I had to catch a box of flowers that our friend was about to drop. I knew I didn't lock the van, and no one would admit it, not that it mattered. My husband was at work 30 minutes away with the other key and he had carpooled so he could not leave. So I had to call my mom and send her up to get the key. It took over an hour and a half, during which we took a walk in the woods so I could scold my kids up one side and down the other, and stood in their carport while it thunderstormed because you better believe I was not taking the monsters my kids had transformed into inside their perfect house with the glass walls and polished concrete floors. I wanted to die of humiliation. My mom finally arrived and we beat it...so we could go to Krogers and boys hid under clothes racks, and a toddler bit the sausage through the package and the van got hailed on while we were in there, and I had to drive home in a torrential rainstorm, and we ate burnt popcorn for supper at 10PM.<br /><br />So yeah...whatever you are doing wrong I am doing wrong too. Maybe it's being overconfident in our ability to wrangle a herd of strong-willed toddlers? Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05117120475033380036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500889701102335208.post-28588809035053225632017-05-04T10:07:41.455-07:002017-05-04T10:07:41.455-07:00Oh Annie, your girls are little and will act littl...Oh Annie, your girls are little and will act little. Go easy on yourself. Your only job was to behave yourself and allow them to see the examples all around them of how people act in that sort of situation, which they did. They'll get it eventually just like you said. I know how hard it is to be the center of unwanted attention and possibly judgement but I've seen you mama-ing myself and I know you're good at it. Kids will be kids. Don't worry about a thing. You've got this! The Oak Leaveshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01737051019108379679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500889701102335208.post-45225326090903832612017-05-04T07:22:35.940-07:002017-05-04T07:22:35.940-07:00Love reading about your wild ones since mine are t...Love reading about your wild ones since mine are the same (I understand it was hard for you - and I'm sure you handled it with grace!). I'm thinking the lesson was about not letting other people define what kind of patent you are - don't care about others approval and just give a shit about what other people think about you and your family. That seems to be my lesson in life and I'm glad to say I'm getting better at it day by day (with lots of training - thanks to my children).Jennie Ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12084048915732563076noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500889701102335208.post-19971742929635555762017-05-04T07:20:48.237-07:002017-05-04T07:20:48.237-07:00The good I see is that the young adults were confi...The good I see is that the young adults were confirmed. Yep, the Holy Spirit still came upon them in spite of your girls' behavior. I think that's pretty wonderful, God doesn't depend on us to be "just so" to work in our lives. And, I do feel your pain. I used to take one of mine out of Mass to put her in "time out" in her car seat because she was so wild <br /> :( She's 17 now and sits quite still I'm happy to report.Jillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09738013703083011762noreply@blogger.com