Forgiving Super Momma

Last Thursday evening, amid a crazy schedule of drop-offs, school closings, cooking, cleaning, writing, Girl Scouts, haircuts, basketball, and laundry, I took a moment just for me, to make a delectable protein shake that would fill the void in lieu of a sit-down dinner.  It was to be a delicious mix with chocolate PB2, a powdered peanut butter booster, sprinkled in for some much-needed energy and flavor. This smoothie would have put your Vitamix and Nutribullet to shame!

In my celebration of heaven in a smoothie, I happily gave my oldest two children some, while they scoured the pantry and fridge trying to fend for themselves for dinner.  It was just that kind of day. Everything was hurried and we were all rushing to get to dance practice.  In my haste, I had forgotten just that quickly that my children are allergic to peanuts. Way to go, Momma!

The children began to panic.  Peanut butter is the one thing they are rightfully afraid of.  Almost immediately, their tongues and throats reacted.  You recall story after story of children accidentally ingesting peanut butter, or some variant of peanuts, and ultimately succumbing to the myriad effects of exposure including anaphylaxis, asthma attacks, cardiac arrest, and in some cases, even death.

I feigned coolness, deftly directing them to take some Benadryl and stop complaining.   “Everything will be just fine”, I said, as my oldest began to show his agitation with both the situation and with me.  Just then, I heard my husband walk in from work, and thought to myself, “Freaking great! I know this looks really bad.”

Give them some Zyrtec too, he rightfully demands, as we both try to get the situation under control and stem any further damage. At first, I try convincing myself that I’ve got this under control, but of course, I don’t.  I realize I really do need him on my team.

I figured the worst was over, so off we went to dance rehearsal. While en route, my nine-year old daughter vomits cookies, cake, smoothie, and just about everything else she had eaten that day, both in the car and then again outside dance practice. We head home.

I begin giving my car a mini detail in the garage during a bit of downtime. Although sick due to my major faux pas, my daughter tries to make me feel better by saying so innocently, “These mistakes happen, Momma.”  Bless her heart! Though she was still rather shaken up about what had happened, she had already gotten herself clean, showered, and put her dirty clothes in the washing machine.

I look over at her from the garage floor on which I was kneeling–spray bottle in one hand, rag in the other, and realize I should’ve also been praying while I was down there.  She hands me a folded piece of paper, which reads “Thank You” on the outside. I place it on the car’s console and promise to read it when I am through. Vomit in your car isn’t exactly the kind of stuff you can just let air out. Thank God for leather seats! I retrieve the letter as soon as I’m done. It reads:

Dear Mom,

Thank You! I really appreciated (and still do) when you helped me when I felt sick. I didn’t think you were going to be so much help. I thank you for being a part of my life. I owe you a ton. I cannot write this letter without crying. I love you so much. Everybody makes mistakes. You are the best mother in the whole entire world. If you need any help, let me know!!

My eyes brim with water. My burden of guilt feels lighter. All is forgiven….

That is, until the on-call allergist calls to tell me to take them to the ER and meanwhile, give them their Epi-pens. Damn, Damn, Damn!

My husband and I had to divide and conquer. I had two sick kids with allergic reactions and he had one panic-stricken child worried that she was going to lose her brother and sister.  Ironically, she was spared the drama by refusing to drink Momma’s home-brewed concoction. Since I believed I was the reason for this unfortunate turn of events, I opted for ER duty, while my husband stayed on alert at home.

After an hour at the ER, I receive a text from him which read:

“i love u.  am in love with u.
on nights like these there is no one to blame.
not me not u or the kids.
we pray and must trust.
i miss u and us dearly.”

I found his message comforting, but I was still petrified. I knew we were in this together, but our children were not out of harm’s way.

By all appearances at the ER, I was in total control. I tried remaining as calm as possible, but I was keenly aware of that thin line between being a parent who was genuinely concerned about her children, versus a parent who is more concerned about saving her own hide.  It would be just my luck if one of these overzealous nurses decided to call Child Protective Services, as if I were intentionally trying to harm my children.  Luckily, that did not happen.

All I wanted was for a doctor to tell me that my children would be okay.  After an examination of their lungs and throat, followed by a few more rounds of medicine and hours of observation, the doctor says, “Your children will be fine.”  I thank the doctor.

On the way out, I tip the valet guy, pack the kids in the van, and gladly leave with my children in tow. All is well.

Was this scary? You better believe it.

Am I grateful? Yes.

The fact is, I was absolutely afraid and felt terrible about what happened. I was clearly doing too much and moving too fast, and my children were hurt because I needed to be a type of Super Momma.  I second-guessed myself about managing my time better, paying closer attention to more important things, saying “no” more often, or limiting the children’s activities, but the reality is that I make mistakes and made one of my biggest ones that night.

I thank God for answered prayer.  The love notes communicated a quiet forgiveness, understanding, and unconditional love that I desperately needed that night.

I am very much human and have no desire to be Super Momma anymore.

26 thoughts on “Forgiving Super Momma

  1. Some days just teach us, don’t they. I am so certain you could have done without the lesson you think was there, but sitting back and reading this I found the lesson of love, partnership and forgiveness so uplifting. Thank you for your wonderful sharing of family.


  2. Through the ups and downs of life there are the wonderful moments too. After a storm it is calm. When it rains there is a rainbow. Even with all that you remained a strong, loving and caring family. Blessings cous and give each of them a hug from their “unknown” cousin. Take care.

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    1. I will, Giftus! You won’t be their unknown cousin for too long. As soon as the weather clears, I’ll bring them all to meet you. River will need a dedicated session in the art studio with you. You have been warned.


  3. Your transparency is appreciated. Who among us haven’t made a mistake that if we were honest know could have caused harm to our children? I’m glad they are well and love notes from hubby and the little writer soothed your soul and guilt. Sometimes, the greatest thing is forgiving ourselves.

    You are love and loved. 😄

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    1. Janie, thank you. I love you too, Momma. 😉 Sometimes another momma makes it alright too. It takes more than each of us to reverse the tapes of inadequacy, to make us feel collectively capable as mothers and women, so thank you. Oh, the guilt was awful, and hurting my children seemed like the one unforgivable deed. There are no mistakes I suppose, just lessons as someone once told me. I am glad that I stayed awake in class! Those love notes, and your eloquent and thoughtful responses are good reminders for reflection.



  4. What an awful experience! I’m so sorry this happened to you. What scares me most is these allergies – I know they’re more “common” because the diagnosis is more accurate – but what on earth is causing so many adults and children to become allergic to food? So scary! But take heart, I hear there’s promising research to cure peanut allergies using some molecule…..don’t know any more than that but it sounds hopeful.

    Your daughter’s note was lovely and reminds me that this is not the time to beat ourselves up, but rather to be grateful for each other’s love and companionship. That’s what matters.

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    1. Emmy, I appreciate your comment. Indeed, my daughter’s note really helped put those matters in perspective. I am grateful for her words, and for her comfort with expressing herself.

      There is some good data out there re: sublingual and immunotherapy treatments for my little brood, which I have to consider in the near future. I just can’t risk it. There are so many who refuse to grasp the severity of them being exposed, so I have to do as much as I can for them internally.


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