Parenting. It’s really an exercise in humility, isn’t it?
From the crushing realisation that looking after a squealing baby 24-7 is every bit as difficult as everyone told you it was, through to the time when a teenager rolls their eyes over your lack of understanding of SnapBook, one of the fundamental learnings of this parenting “journey” is: “Who needs an inner critic when you have a child?”.
Being a parent is humbling. Grounding. And sometimes, downright embarrassing.
There are some rite-of-passage parenthood moments, however, that are nowhere near as embarrassing as you've been led to believe. For example, by the time your kids go to school, you will have already worked yourself up about the very idea of them getting head lice (and people, they will probably get head lice, they love our kids' nice clean hair).
Some of you, like one of my excellent friends, will have publicly pledged that you'll start shaving heads at the very first sighting of a dreaded nit. But really, by the time you're well and truly embedded in Kindy, head lice may be as common as uneaten lunches, and once you've got your own treatment system down pat, you'll very quickly move past any imagined shame to just deal with the "little buggers" - as my son enjoys calling them - and move on.
Not so, some of these moments. These are the actual memories that still see my face glow read whenever I think about them - the most humiliating parenting moments I've survived.