Sharing Is Hard

We went to a friend’s house for pizza, and the moment came when three out of four kids were missing and QUIET.

Even though E's clearly an angel, I thought that I should investigate.

I venture off and find a bedroom door closed. I slowly open it bracing myself for crayon-covered walls and a large dog being held hostage in the closet.

Instead, my son is sitting there with a sippy cup while his friend looks to me and despairs: E drank all the water!

E gives me his best stunned look. His friend, not to be outdone, sticks out his bottom lip and hangs his head. Literally.

I take a moment to appreciate at their impressive dramatics and manage to respond without giggling: E, see how sad R looks?

R nods his head vehemently.

E, seeing his wide-eyed innocence is not fooling me, apologizes and hands R an empty cup.

And while R appreciates E’s sincere words, apologies don’t refill sippy cups.  So I offer to get him more water since sending my son to a sink at a another person’s home is just plain mean.

R immediately brightens up mostly because he’s relieved that he can finally put his lower lip back.

I return with the cup full of water and the satisfaction of handling the situation like a Super Mom. A mom that other mom’s would trust to be in charge of play dates and outings and classrooms.

And as me and my super cape fly out the door, I overhear E dole out the day’s life lesson: See R. That was called SHARING.

Maybe I need a few more months.


Without the support of R’s mom, I would’ve packed up my blog long ago. Thanks for being such a great cheerleader and support! She also gave me permission to post this so don’t freak out that, if we hang out together, you automatically become blog fodder. My friend has been bugging me for months to become blog fodder. Haha. But seriously, she has.

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

9 thoughts to “Sharing Is Hard”

  1. You are half way there! He KNOWS what sharing is – just has yet to act it out in all situations. I’d say it’s still OK for you to fly around wearing your super cape and undies on the outside of your tights!

  2. Hahahahahahah! I had no idea Sampson was in the closet! Hahahahaha! The Roo had a blast. I pray my kids will play so well together as yours do someday. You do MANY things right Super Mom. :o) Up up and Away!!!!!

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