So after six years, four kids, and way too many tears over noses turned down at bottles and eyes rolled at people whose babies slept through the night at three months, it finally happened.
Bridget took the bottle. She slept all night long.
Go ahead. Roll your eyes at me. I would too.
Aaaaaaand I got my first judgy comment about my parenting choices.
Now we've been struggling around here with my six-year-old who is ready for more responsibility but doesn't quite get that she can actually do a lot on her own now. Like get her own drinks. Or make her own sandwiches.
Or wipe her own butt without using half a roll of toilet paper and clogging the toilet every single time.
So while we were on the beach a few days ago, she begged us for a floating mat, which cost about $6 to rent for all of maybe 30 minutes that she would use it. We decided that if she wanted it, she would need to walk the 25 yards to the rental hut and get it herself.
It seemed fair enough.
And so, with several reminders not to lose our key card, we sent her away to get it.
And wouldn't you know, a few minutes later, she came back, a large mat in hand. And a receipt.
But no key card.
We chastised her a bit and made her go back to look for it, and then sit on our lounger so that we could talk to her. As this all was happening, a woman told my husband that someone had picked it up and handed it to a waiter.
When I came back to search for the card, my husband politely asked the woman who had told him this just to clarify or at least get an idea of what the waiter looked like.
She turned to us and said, "Like I told you - someone handed it to a waiter. But maybe you shouldn't have been so stupid to make your daughter go get that heavy mat by herself."
We both looked at each other in complete shock. Speechless. Then imagining all the things we'd love to be able to say or do had it been under different circumstances.
I don't regret my decision to send her to get her own mat (which, by the way, was not heavy). Nor for making her sit out for a few minutes to understand the consequences.
With independence comes responsibility. And they're two of the greatest gifts I can give my children.
It was a learning experience for both of us, but boy do I wish I had lost my drink. Right on that woman's head.
Stupid is as stupid does, right?