I feel like I’m living with a tiny Jewish mother when it comes to my 5 year-old daughter.
Not that I have a Jewish mother and I don’t mean to stereotype, but as long as I’ve been on this earth, there have been countless times that I’ve heard that Jewish mothers have taken guilt to an art form.
What really stood out for me was when we had our camping trip a few weeks ago and the little hummingbird really layed the guilt on us. I felt like shit but at the same time, it was fucking hilarious to me. I don’t know, maybe you had to be there.
My husband was making a fire so we could roast some marshmallows for s’mores and to start the fire, he dug around in the backseat of the car for some paper. It was paper with drawings and such that the bird made at preschool.
Drawings that she forgot about that had been in the back of my car for months. Yes, I really need to clean my car. Desperately.
My daughter normally didn’t give a shit about these pictures and drawings but immediately grew an attachment to them when my husband picked them out to use for the fire. I get it, really I do, since I do the same but what followed almost made me pee myself.
As her sudden attachment to her pictures were burning in the fire, she layed on the guilt big time.
I’ll never forget it.
As she watched them burn, she stood by the fire with the most pitiful look on her face and said “Bye pictures, I’ll miss you.”
Really kid, REALLY?!
But it worked and the husband and I looked at each other and I knew we were thinking ” Holy hell, we are shitty parents.”
Of course, once we sat around the campfire together and made the delicious, gooey s’mores, the hummingbird quickly forgot her beloved artwork.
Since then, she has found that laying on the guilt works in her favor.