I’ve heard Moms and Dads express regrets. That they didn’t enjoy the little things with their kids. That they yelled at their kids when they shouldn’t have. That they didn’t savor the time they had with their kids before they grew up so fast.
Well, my regrets are a bit different. I regret teaching my children three things:
1. That I’m ticklish on my feet. My strong 8-year-old now dives for my tootsies every time we are goofing around. Stop!! Stop!!
2. The whole Slug bug/Doodlebug/Punch Buggy game. That’s the one where you holler “Slug bug” when you see a VW Beetle. This was fun for about 1 day. Since that day, my children have been fighting over who saw a slug bug first. And who has more slug bugs. And who saw a slug bug first. And who has more slug bugs. And who saw a slug bug first.
(Thank God I did not teach them the version of the game where you punch someone in the arm!)
3. The phrase “Whoever smelt it, dealt it.” As a mom, sometimes I smell something bad and fear the worst. Who needs the bathroom and how fast?!? So my innocent question of “Who did that?” is now answered by either of my children with “Whoever smelt it, dealt it!” Then I usually see the kids give each other high-fives, make fist pumps in the air, and laugh hysterically. Good one, kids, good one.
What are your regrets?