I did up her buttons. Apparently I just ruined our child.

We’re late. We need to be out the door. But you’re doing up your buttons. There’s three of them. So we’re going to be at least 30 more seconds late. And I still have to strap you into your carseat and unstrap you when we get there. That’s another 8 seconds. I’ll carry you to the car because you haven’t got your shoes on yet and I’ll put them in your lap and ask you to put them on while we’re driving. But you’ll want to hop out of the carseat, so that you can climb back in all by yourself. That’s another 10 seconds. Then when we get there, I’ll see that you’ve put your shoes on the wrong feet but I haven’t got time to change them or we’ll be even later.

If I don’t praise your effort today, if I re-do something that you’ve done for yourself or if I take over and complete something for you that you’re capable of doing for yourself, apparently you’ll still be living with us at 27 and I’ll still be doing up your buttons.

But I have to take the risk and hope that you can stand on your own two feet in the future, because today, I can’t afford to be one more minute late.

On the bright side, I got the washing hung out before we left.


Today’s prompt in Fat Mum Slim‘s photo-a-day challenge is ‘Button.’

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