I have my moments when I go out of my comfort for my kids. I was once driving down the road and I saw a turtle trying to cross the street. I knew that my kids would LOVE to have a turtle so I tried to figure out a way to get the turtle into my car without touching it. I even tried to psych myself up enough to actually touch it because it was for my kids and I do love them but I just couldn’t do it.
I know, I know bad mom. But I was all dressed up in my good clothes with heels on and I didn’t want to get any turtle juice or what have you on me. Plus, I was kind of scared. I mean what if it was a snapping turtle and it bit my finger off or worse peed on my dress? So I just drove by the turtle never to think of it again.
But as I left my parents house the other day, I again saw a turtle in the road and this time all the kids were with me. I quickly stopped the van and told the kids of the turtle in the middle of the road. The were all super excited and I was happy inside because I was doing something that might make the kids forget all the earlier yelling.
Once the kids were all unbuckled, we walked to the turtle but the close we got I started to wonder if it was alive or even a turtle. Awesome. I got my kids all excited about a turtle that might not be a turtle and may be dead here in the middle of the road.
The closer and closer we got the the ‘turtle’ I become convinced that it in fact was not a turtle and whatever it was was really, really dead.
“Mom?” Hayden said, “That’s not a turtle.”
No sh*t, mister obvious, I thought to myself but he was right of course.
The ‘turtle on the road was actually a bird. A bird that appeared to have gotten hit by a car and then run over a few times. Upon seeing the tragedy, Claire began to cry and Jake and Hayden tried to pick it up.
I quickly ushered now, three crying kids back to the car and away from the dead bird. The little kids were really upset that there was no turtle. Clarie was sobbing and screaming, “Yucky!” Jake and Quinn demanded to see the turtle and told me that I had, “trick me, mommy, trick me!” and Hayden, he kept talking about how cool the dead bird was and that he thought he saw its brains on the road.
Great, I had taken my kids from promises of seeing a turtle to years of therapy by showing them a dead and mangled bird instead. Fabulous.