You know, I feel bad about what I perceive as my 'failures' as a mother. I missed things. I sometimes grieve about things, certain in my heart of hearts that things I could've, should've been a better mother. I've come to find that most parents have their own private griefs and sorrows. Hindsight is 20-20, all of that, and I thought that all parents have this wish that they could go back and do it all over again armed with what they know now. At least that's what I thought, that we all saw our shortcomings clearly as parents.
Yesterday, in the store, a mother and her daughter came in. It was impossible to tell how old the girl was, at least initially. She was wearing makeup, a lot of it. A ton of it. A tattooed boy was standing at my register, the mother and daughter in the register next to mine. The boy and the girl knew each other and struck up a loud conversation. The girl said, "I just got thrown out of the mall by security. My mom had to come and pick me up." And I watched the mother laughing and shaking her head ruefully. Based on that clue, I would guess that the girl was not yet 16. The conversation continued on a little, crudely. Rudely. The mom continued to laugh and shake her head. As they headed out the door, the girl called in, called in from the door she was exiting, "Hey, text me, okay. And not 'Wanna f**k?' " And the mom waited for her daughter, laughing still.
How stupid. How shamefully stupid.