Most of the time I’m totally grateful for the memories I’m making with our kids, but not always.
I read a hilarious post on ScaryMommy last night about a texting lesson she had with her 13 year old son that reminded me of a horrifying life-scarring situation I created for my oldest daughter earlier this year.
It’s easy to think of my 14 year old as an adult since she’s so responsible and ultra helpful. She’s wired to nurture and can’t help managing everyone around her.
So last summer she was mothering me. I remember the moment like a film strip, and can relive it frame-by-frame in my mind…
I’d been tracking my calories in an app on my phone for a few weeks, trying to lose some weight before BlogHer. We’d been shopping, I was tired and probably a bit grouchy, having dragged three kids from store-after-store all day. It was suppertime and while we were discussing what to plan for dinner, my daughter asked me if I’d added my lunch to my app.
I hadn’t, and since I was driving, she offered to add it for me. I was explaining to her how to search for the various foods (a tutorial she didn’t need) as she typed on my phone, faster than I’ll ever be able to, every little thing I’d eaten since we left the house.
Afterwards, she mentioned that we’d done a ton of walking and I should enter that as exercise, since it might earn me a few extra calories for dinner.
“Great, Thanks!” I said; my mind elsewhere.
It was then I heard the gasp, followed by the “Eeew” and felt her big blue eyes staring at me in total disgust.
Speechless, she just held up the phone for me to see with her index finger and thumb, like she was grossed out to even touch it.
The app showed the exercise I’d done that day. It also listed the exercises I’d done most frequently in the past to make entering them easier. At the top of the list, most frequently used was “Sexual Activity.”
What’s a mom to say? Of course I added it into the app—-every calorie counts! I’d never, in a million years, thought that she would see it.
I started to laugh nervously while apologizing profusely. I tried (stupidly) to say something about it being a normal part of a happy marriage, which grossed her out even more.
“Oh my goodness, that’s disgusting. It’s so disturbing! I don’t want to know that!” She said I could enter my own exercise from now on, and then said, “I thought you hated exercise? Apparently not!”
I don’t know what’s worse, having her know we had “wake-up” sex that morning or her realizing we “did it” rather frequently?
Thankfully we ended up laughing about it. While I am sorry she saw it and sorry we had to experience such an awkward moment, I’m also glad. She gets to benefit from living in a house with parents who love each other.
I hope someday she’s as lucky as I am and finds an awesome husband she is still attracted to after 17+ years of marriage and 3 kids!
As for the dieting app, I’ve got it password protected now.