Robbie Rambles

Not My First Mommy Mishap


 

 

Like a good mom, I was there at the first Jr. High foobtball game of the season. I was sporting red, supporting my son.

Supporting our new school.

Enjoying that feeling. The feel of football. The air, the sea of red in the stands, the sounds,the nachos, the cheerleaders. The boys in their shoulder pads and uniforms. All looking big and bad.

This was an out of town game. My friend and I had dutifully gathered our bleacher seats, visors, umbrella and I had even brought my camera. We traveled all the way to Dilley. We plopped ourselves down on the bleachers, and I waited. It took a bit for the boy to get to play. And it wasn’t his best game. So, I thought, that’s it, he won’t be back on the field tonight.

I was enjoying the game, I truly was, but I gotta admit, after about the 3rd quarter, my interest starts to wane. I got side-tracked with the moon. Got some good shots of the sky. I checked my facebook. I looked at my instagram and twitter. My friend, who is much more of a sports enthusiast than I am was even distracted with a phone call from her oldest son.

I see all the boys have taken a knee, someone was hurt on the field. That was about the 4th time in the game….Those Dilley Wolves were pretty tough on our boys. I didn’t think much of it and went about checking all my social media and fiddling with my camera …It wasn’t until his name was called over the loud speaker. Yep, it was my son who had been laying on the field.

I’m actually glad I missed it. I’m not sure how I would have reacted.

But this isn’t the first major mommy mistake I have made.

If I journaled, I probably would have pages devoted to this very topic.

Like the time that I had given him a directive. He ignored me, as usual.

I said, you have till I count to 10. I counted to 10. Still, no movement from Colton. I said, Ok, one spanking. Still he sat, ok, two spankings, no movement, three, and up he got, yelling at me that I was a horrible mean mom and he ran out the door. Down the street. (I have several stories of him running away as well). I ran to the door and yelled at him to come back now, and he ignored me. I slammed that door and took off to the side door with my car keys. I high tailed it down the street and pulled up beside him. He had made it pretty far actually.

I said, “Get in this car, or I will have to call the constable, I don’t want you run over!”

He got in. We drove back to the house and I gave him those three spankings. Counted each one. And then I gave him one more because he had worn his socks outside running down the street. (Which is a pet peeve of mine. Don’t ruin your socks by wearing them outside!)

I happened to look up a bit later and saw a lovely little homey sign hanging over my door about serving the Lord. It was hanging crooked from the slamming of the door. Sigh, not my finest moment.

I could go on and on about my mommy fails. But, I’m not really into self humiliation, so, like Forrest Gump, I’m gonna stop now.

ROBBIE HAMBY is a mom of 3. Her blog “Robbie Rambles” can be found at www.pleasantonexpress.com. You can e-mail her at rhamby@pleasantonexpress.com.


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