A Thanksgiving Stuffed with Guilt

thanks1 I probably shouldn’t have said it. I just blurted it out when I realized he wasn’t there.

My 8 year old had handed me a Thanksgiving card she made for us at school. It had the feathers glued to the front, and inside was the requisite stick figure representation of our family.

She pointed out her handiwork. “There’s daddy, and you and me, and Honor (the dog), and the kitties (we have wild cats outside).”

“Where’s your brother?”

She looked at me, down at the card, back up at me. Her cheeks flamed pink. I had never seen her blush. She was  lovely when she blushed. She bit her lip and her eyes widened. She grabbed the card from my hand and held it closer to her face, scrutinizing it, like maybe she could find him.

I laughed. “You forgot your brother.”

“Stop it. Stop it,” she said. She grabbed a red crayon from the table and started scribbling.

The red circle is the beginning of her brother's head

The red circle is the beginning of her brother’s head. Not obvious at all

“It’s okay, honey. It’s funny.”

“No, it’s not.” She was near tears, dropping the crayon and grabbing a pencil, trying to quickly sketch her brother into the tight space next to our dog.

I left her to her repair work and walked from the kitchen, elated.

She felt remorse! She felt badly! Woohoo! Hallelujah!

I’m a fan of guilt/remorse/regret. I have enough to power a small village. For me, it comes with the package deal called working motherhood, but I believe a moderate diet of guilt and remorse and regret is a good thing. When properly heeded, they serve as excellent course correctors in life.

These things were not equally distributed between my two children.

My son would feel badly for inconveniencing me with his birth if he could remember it. When a woman road raged against us, he urged me to consider that she was probably having a “bad day.” Wayward bugs that wind up in our house are carefully captured and returned to their outdoor habitat.

In contrast, his sister screams “Kill it kill it kill it!!!!,” furious that her brother is giving the offending creature a second shot at life. She has excused herself from the table during dinner to use the bathroom, then three hours later I find a stalk of broccoli floating in the toilet, her loophole for the ‘no clean plate, no dessert’ rule. When she gets busted and loses dessert for the next night, the look she gives me says, ‘It was worth it, lady. Throwing that crappy broccoli away was the smartest thing anyone in this family has done today.’irisskate

They are good kids, but one has too much guilt/remorse/regret and the other doesn’t have enough.

I’ve taught my children things my pre-parent self had no idea I’d need to teach, like how to blow their noses. I was dismayed how long that took. “Blow out,” I’d urge, and they would obediently inhale all of the goop back in.

The basics are bottomless — covering their mouth when they cough, saying “please” and “thank you,” not peeing in the backyard when the neighbors are outside and can see you.

As they grow, it’s much harder to teach the other stuff.  I can tell my kid to”be nice.” It’s another to teach them to be kind. I can make them say “thank you.” It’s another to teach them to feel thankful.

Gratitude. Remorse. Humility. Patience. Grace. The master life class list is long and intimidating. I’m no anthropologist, but I would say more is learned than is innate, and sometimes my kids have a woefully inept teacher. Just as I wouldn’t get my hair cut by a stylist sporting a 1980’s mullet, I might not listen to an adult who tells me to be kind, after she just snapped at us for having fun with the dog, especially when that thing the dog’s tail knocked off the table wasn’t even broken. I might struggle with gratitude when I hear her on the phone complaining to her friend about all the things going wrong in her life that week. I might have an issue with patience when she tells me I have 3 seconds to get to the dinner table, or else.

Which brings me to my old, familiar friend, Guilt. If only I had done this..I should have done that. 

I’m an awful gardener. I kill everything, and yet somehow, I grew two humans. The terrifying part is I’m still growing them and I don’t have the fertilizer/lime ratio right yet, and I have no clue about pruning, yet for the most part, they seem to be thriving.

If I did it perfectly, there’d be no guarantee. If I did it horrifically, there’d be no guarantee. It’s one long tightrope walk and most of the time I’m off balance, flailing and flapping my arms, squealing in fear.

This is where guilt and gratitude play Bad Cop-Good Cop.

Guilt says, ‘You’re screwing them up You’re screwing them up You’re screwing them up.’ 

Gratitude says, ‘You’re so lucky you have them, even if you’re screwing them up. You’re screwed up, too. We’re all screwed up. Just love them. Be in it. They aren’t yours for very long. You’re so lucky You’re so lucky You’re so lucky.’ 

My daughter brought the ‘fixed’ card to me.

“It looks great, sweetie.”

Her cheeks were mottled from dried tears and her bottom lip quivered as she spoke. “Don’t tell him, okay?”

“Okay.”

It’s our secret.

Happy Thanksgiving.

She gave us all big hearts. I take that as another good sign

She gave us all big hearts. I take that as another good sign

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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12 comments on “A Thanksgiving Stuffed with Guilt
  1. Joanna says:

    I bet you’re actually a great gardener…just someone is still peeing on the plants Happy Thanksgiving to you all and here’s to plenty of gratitude this week – though it may start to wear thin towards the end of the week when I will feel a pang of guilt for wanting to kick their arses back to school asap! Xx

  2. Jill says:

    What big hearts all those people in the picture have!!! Just like their momma…
    So grateful for you all this Thanksgiving….❤️❤️❤️❤️

  3. Mary Jane Moss says:

    I love your writings!!

  4. Angela Wilson says:

    I really enjoyed your story. Very insightful and thought provoking. I will say that you have to be “sowing” some good seeds into those little ones because they are both wonderful children with unique qualities. Happy Thanksgiving!

  5. K Rittershofer says:

    You are So lucky. I’ve give a month of my life if I could help teach/guilt my nephew into being a kind, gentle man( he’s now seventeen). You provide relief and rememberance of a more tender time in life! You’re a good mom and luck has nothing to do with it! Hard work and continuous duty is a feward all its own, I suppose. i give thanks to your blog posts. Read you again next week, Jaye? Keep up all that you do. And thanks for the visit so very long ago. Take care!

    • Jaye Watson says:

      Thank you, Katrina! So good to hear from you. Thank you for reading. It’s not too late for your nephew..guilty away, my lady. 🙂

  6. Kerry Browning says:

    The nose blowing trick that finally worked for me was to tell them to blow “like they were blowing out candles on a birthday cake”. Got the job done most of the time.

  7. Donna says:

    You are a great writer. Always profoundly humorous and thought provoking. I struggled the balance you are but my sensitive one was my daughter who is the youngest. Now she’s 22 and my son is 24. He’s becoming more sentimental now and she is tougher. ☺

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