If there's one thing that gets me every time, it's "Mom Guilt". I think all you mothers out there know exactly what I'm talking about. Mom Guilt makes you do crazy things. Mom Guilt is what makes me let my son sleep with me, knowing good and well it means that only one of us will sleep. Mom Guilt is what makes me buy unneeded gifts because somehow I think it will make up for the fact that work has been demanding and dinners have been pathetic. It reminds me that I missed the sign-ups for T-ball AND swim lessons. If Satan is going to really take a deep dig at me, one of his likely tools is Mom Guilt.
Usually, I'll do just about anything to squelch that Mom Guilt feeling. Most recently, my Mom Guilt took me for a ride on the Tilt-a-Whirl at our local amusement park. Now, some of you know that I have a slight issue with my blood pressure that causes me to have lightheaded/dizzy spells. Let me give you a small piece of advice...if you are a woman who struggles with dizziness, the Tilt-a-Whirl is not a place you should be.
Last year my son went to the amusement park with my parents and my brother and his family. He would only ride the carousel with my brother hanging on to him and then, only on one of the horses that did not go up and down. He was also coerced onto the kiddie roller coaster (which is really just a train that goes round and round) by my Mom. That was it. No other rides. No little cars, airplanes, or anything else that moved.
This year, we were with some friends with a couple of older kids. The first ride they wanted to go on was the Tilt-a-Whirl. My son jumped into the line with them. Knowing his reaction last year, I was a little worried so I said I'd go too. Big mistake....I'll let you do your own math. Let's just say that he loved it and I soon realized that I should NOT be on that thing.
So the day wore on and we rode every conceivable ride. We had a fantastic time and as it was coming to a close, the kids wanted to ride the Tilt-a-Whirl one more time. No problem. I knew he went before, so he would be fine now. I sent him into the line and sat down on a bench to watch. However, the ride attendant pulled out his measuring stick and he was too short to ride without an adult. I swore I would not get back on that thing. No way, no how. There was no force that could make me endure 3.8 minutes of that again. No force, save one...you guessed it Mom Guilt.