Let's face it, being a parent can be and often is very hard.
Starting with when they are infants and you just can't figure out why they are crying.
To when they are toddlers and they have their first good spill and you somehow feel responsible.
To trying to figure out how to talk to them about being safe and strangers. Too much, they are paranoid scared children, too little and they could get hurt.
To figuring out if you should do preschool or day care and which one is best.
To just dealing with their attitudes, their whining and somehow trying to develop patience that you never knew you had.
It can just be downright hard.
And then moments happen that make you realize you failed.
How could you have failed to teach them that??
How is it going to impact them since they did not know??
Will they be okay in the end??
On Thursday, one of those huge failures was brought to Eric's and my attention.
We hung our heads in shame and hurried and tried to remedy it, hoping it wasn't too late.
It was touch and go... but well I think we will be okay now.
Our kids did not know what Rootbeer floats were!!