Confessions of an Incompetent Mother

Hi! We served at a Senior Sisters Luncheon today...I think you have to be 60 to come to the lunch, and there are usually 25 or so women who come. The women actually have a pretty good time, and afterwards they participate in some activity--a game, music, or make something to take home.

With Easter almost upon us, today's activity was to decorate Easter eggs! We set up the cups of vinegar coloring, with the little wire holders and wax crayon and stickers. Most of them had not colored eggs for years! It was fun to watch and listen to them, decorating these them for grandchildren or themselves.

I was coloring eggs, too. One of the ladies made a comment about me doing it twice this year: once with them today, and another time with my own kids! (Here is where I made my crucial error.) I laughed, and said that I don't color eggs like this with my kids! We use markers and stickers, but I usually avoid the mess and stain of the vinegar color, and just use supplies that don't make as much of a mess...

It is at this point that I realize that the whole table of women is staring at me. It is quiet. "You don't color eggs with your kids?" I hear one of them ask. "Well," I stammer, frantically backpedalling now..."we do EGGS, of course, just not with the vinegar COLORING..." But I can tell it is too late. Any positive view or opinion they might have had for me, is now shattered beyond repair.

Sigh. I know, I am depriving my children of a fulfilling childhood experience, and I'll be paying for their therapy in the future. Maybe someday I'll learn to keep my mouth shut. Sooner than later, would be better.