My daughter has come upstairs to show me a drawing she’s made. I’m working at home today, and in the midst of a work call. I ask, “Can you hold on for just a minute?” put the phone on mute and turn to my 7-year-old.
“That’s really cool,” I say. “Now I need to get back on this call!”
Only she’s not finished discussing her masterpiece.
“Mommy, do you like the colors?”
“Yes!” I say. “They’re beautiful!”
“Mommy, can you tell I made diamond shapes?” she asks.
“Yes!” I say, and then, trying hard not to sound desperate, “Honey, can you go back downstairs and make a picture just for me?”
I am so faking it right now.
Mercifully, she turns and heads back downstairs, and I get back on the call.
This is parenthood, juggling the realities of life with your child’s needs — and sometimes having to pretend to be into something when you’re not able to (or you’re just not interested). I faked it for an entire year my kids were in a Doodlebops phase, singing and clapping along with the songs as we watched even though they made me want to run screaming down the street.
These are the ways I’ve faked it as a parent. I suspect I am not alone here.
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