My oldest was working on a project with some classmates the last couple of months at school. The teacher shared that parents had the opportunity to come to the school to take a look at the project.

The visit to the school would happen at the end of the school day.

Through a series of unplanned events, I found myself hitting every light on the way to the school and stuck behind a very slow truck about a mile out. All I could think was how disappointed she was going to be that I was arriving with so little time left to the day.

I shared with my husband that parents aren’t supposed to disappoint their kids. And he said something to the effect that we aren’t doing it on purpose.

And he was right.

I will disappoint my kids many times over – not because I’m purposefully doing it but because sometimes the traffic lights are rigged and the truck in front of me won’t go more than 25 mph in a 35 mph zone. And I cannot hold onto some illusion that my kids won’t be disappointed. The important thing is that I want to be a safe place to experience disappointment.

While every kid will be disappointed in their parents at one point or another, not every kid gets a safe place to feel those feelings.


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