Neglectful Mothering…

OK, so maybe it’s because I’m a doctor’s daughter.

Or maybe it’s because MB was always the kid who “cried wolf.” You might recall the story of when MB said she couldn’t see and I ignored her, until the eye doctor said she needed glasses. There was also the time I thought MB was ignoring me and it turned out she had fluid in her ears, couldn’t hear me and needed tubes.

You would think I would have learned my lesson by now.

But nooo!

She falls off a chair (not while sitting on it of course, she was standing and singing with her friends) and hits her head and hurts her wrist.

She comes home; I tell her it’s nothing. Today she goes off to the mall with some friends and I go shopping in Jerusalem at Machane Yehuda. When we meet up at home again, the wrist still hurts.

Ari arrives home safely, Thank G-d. I ask him to take a look at MB’s wrist. He decides she needs an x-ray. After dinner he takes her to TEREM – the acute care facility in nearby Modiin.

And wouldn’t you know it, the child actually fractured her wrist. She came home with half a cast and instructions to see the orthopedist in the morning…

Parenting is NOT an exact science!

Am I neglectful or just laid back?

Or just stupid?!?!

MB doesn’t want me to feel bad. She’s a very sweet girl.

When things like this happen, it makes me question the one thing I actually feel the most confident about – my parenting.

Oh well…

Shabbat is coming. Brother Matt and family will be joining us; Along with brother and sister Cheses from Newton, Mass.

Shabbat shalom to everyone, With love.