It’s always been a struggle, even now when she is growing (nonstop) & healthy, to remember she isn’t a teeny, tiny baby who needs me to tend to her every need—but I try. I may live in the middle of a helipad, but I am no helicopter mom. However, I’ve still managed to shelter her just a bit.
I didn’t mean to do it.
It was just easier to keep her with me than leave her with people who weren’t familiar with her dietary requirements. It was easier for me to provide every meal than worry that our parents would forget to read labels. It was easier if I did things myself than to teach the hubby everything I was learning.Earlier this week, she went to preschool for the first time. The girls’ school was very carefully selected with their dietary needs in mind. There is no kitchen so packing a lunch is required by all & doesn’t leave them feeling left out. The directress is gluten free, as is the son of two teachers, including Lorelai’s new teacher. I have always been confident that gluten would not be an issue at this school.
Until Tuesday at pickup, when Lorelai told me all about the pretzels she had for snack.
I immediately called the school to verify they were gluten free—we eat pretzels all the time, but this would be new to the school. As it turned out, I was right to panic. A new teacher was supervising dismissal & gave all the kids a couple pretzels. Lorelai ate two, but the amount of gluten doesn’t matter in our case. All week, I’ve had a very sick, completely out-of-control child on my hands.
So, how is this a Mom Fail? I’m not exactly taking the blame as the school should have been on top of it (Side Note: They’re extremely apologetic, worried about Lorelai & have verified that all staff members now know of her needs.). However, Lorelai didn’t know to ask! She hasn’t been taught to be an advocate for herself.
Because I always do it for her.
Since then, we’ve been practicing “Does this have gluten?”—I should have worked on it before school. I should have taught her to ask about her food allergies before eating something. I should have equipped her to manage her own health. I should have been preparing her for life outside of our bubble. But I didn’t.
And that’s on me.