Last week at church our pastor mentioned a fig tree in her sermon.
My son, 8, leaned over and asked, “What’s a fig?”
“Sort of like a raisin,” I whispered, not at all sure that a fig is like a raisin, but pretty sure it would mean nothing to my son if I had said a fig was like a date.
“Where do they grow?” he whispered back.
“The Middle East.”
“Like Oklahoma?”
Ha!
Now the Bad Mom side of the story is clear:
1. Since my son doesn’t know what a fig is, you know that I’m not whipping up delicious fig-filled delicacies at home for my family, and
2. My son needs some help with geography.
But there’s a Good Mom side of the story, too:
1. At least he was in church, and
2. He listened to something in church!
I’ll take it!
LOL You did better then what I would've done… "Go ask your Dad!" 🙂
Another Good Mom aspect, you were there listening to him and willing to try and answer to the best of your ability. See? You're not as "bad" as you think!
I love the whole "good mom/bad mom" concept because on a certain level we're all both good and bad parents. We all made it with good/bad parents ourselves, so they'll live!
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I remember being quite surprised when friends of ours planted a fig tree in their backyard! Fig trees seemed so mythical!
My husband's first plane ride was on our honeymoon! I'm not sure he would have fared much better than my son. 🙂 (Chad, you know I love you if you're reading this!)
Thanks, Elizabeth! I really don't think I'm a bad mom, it just seems like everyone and everything out there these days tries to make you feel like you're not doing enough. I'm trying not to listen to those folks. 🙂
That's right! Cool blog by the way.
I wanted to add in this post that my dad, upon hearing the fig story, raced out into his backyard in Nevada and took this picture of a fig tree. Living in Michigan, that's quite exotic to think about having a fig tree in your backyard!