A few years ago I remember my eldest, Joni, coming home from school and asking me about my most embarrassing moments. Some kind of new age homework…
I prattled on for half an hour, then she finally interrupted me and said, “Actually Mum, I only need one example!”
A recent post I wrote resulted in a couple of bloggers revealing some
hair-raising hysterical stories of their own.
Slowvelder started it:
Too funny! Reminds me of the time my daughter told her kindergarten teacher about the huge cockroaches at our house. (She was thinking peacocks!). I hope your kindergarten teacher is prepared
I then went on to tell one of my embarrassing stories, which goes something like this:
When I lived in Scotland, I used to look forward to parent evenings. They took ten minutes and in general those were gushy minutes of: Look at how cute her pictures are! What’s that supposed to be? Along with proud smiles at red ticks and smiley stickers. And teary-eyed laughter at entertaining snippets of our lives and little stories in ‘The Writing Book’.
Until that is, Joni (my eldest) ruined it all.
(OK, I do admit, I didn’t write all of this in my return comment to Slowvelder).
I had as usual, enthused over her drawings. Felt contentment because of her perfectly calculated sums.
I lifted ‘The Writing Book’ filled, Ladies and Gentlemen, with hope. With pride. With naiveté.
I read through the sentences, at the start with a smile.
“Mummy and I went to the park.”
“I ate a cheese sandwich with Maleehah.”
“Our rabbit died because he starved to death.”
Along with a picture of the once living rabbit.
Our rabbit did die. But of old age!!!
It struck me that such comments really are worthy of their own post.
Tilly confirmed this, with her addition:
lol! My brother told his teacher that ‘Daddy kicked my teeth out.’ First my parents knew was when social services turned up on the doorstep. Dad and Little Brother had been playfighting and his loose front baby teeth fell out
I love this story. Probably because it didn’t happen to me.
So, my question to you is, how have your children
shamed embarrassed you? Or, even better, how have you yourself discredited your own parents?