Throw Mom & Dad Under the Bus

You love them. Kiss their boo-boos. Cut their food. Cart them around to all the fun stuff they want to do. Oh yeah, birth them. And then what do they do? Throw you under the bus with the simple raise of a hand or nod of a head.

Nia is the biggest tattler of the mommy/daddy fails. (Although one, I will argue, was a total fabrication!) Here’s just a sample of what I mean:

• A teacher was talking to them about safety the other day and she asked the class if they are ever left alone at home. Nia told me she raised her hand because sometimes I “walk to the mailbox while she’s still inside.” The teacher didn’t know that though. She just now thinks that we leave Nia to fend for herself at 7 years old. That would be a no. I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready to leave her by herself, even when she is old enough. (Mom fear nonsense.)
• The doctor asked Nia if she wears her helmet when she rides her bike. “Nope,” Nia replied nonchalantly. Excuse me, child? You do so wear your helmet! She told me she said no because she was answering about if she ever rides her bike.  That’s ok. I wanted to hear the two minute safety speech about why she should wear it…
• During Nate’s baseball practice a week ago, I was looking at an incident happening with another child on the field and said aloud to myself, “I’m not sure what’s happening.” Nia then proceeded to shout at her daddy, Coach Andrew, on the field, “Daddy! Mommy says she doesn’t know what’s happening out there!” Boy did he shoot me a look! I gasped and said, “Nia! Why did you just get me in trouble with daddy?!” She giggled and giggled.

Of course, I’m not saying I would prefer if Nia fibbed or anything like that. It would just be nice to have some cushion to bear the brunt of the bus.

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