What do you do when you find out you are not perfect?

A few weeks ago I learned something that made my blood run to ice. I found out about a failing in me being a mother.  I was totally blown away. Here I was walking around thinking I was a wonderful mother.  Ok I sometimes forget to put a drink in his lunch box, or ...........I don't know, give him a little brother that drives him completely batty, but I would give him my last Rolo and most of his birthday parties have been themed parties (and that is something I have a real gift for, but that's not what this blog is about) that I spent weeks and sometimes months planning for.  This is the first time my eldest son questioned my perfectness at being his mother and it cut me to the bone.

We were sitting watching a movie in our lounge happily eating the popcorn I had popped for us and he was drinking a glass of beverage that I had lovingly made with my own two hands and he turned to me and said the 9 words that broke my heart....

"Mark's Mummy makes better chocolate milk than you do."

I urgently clutched at straws "Well" I said "She probably uses one of those liquid chocolate stuff that is like squash for milk.  You just add the mixture with milk and then stir it.  I only have the powdered kind right now.  It never mixs completely in." Mentally I was amazed at the quick recovery I had just managed to pull off.

"No Mummy.  They have the same powdered kind you have in the kitchen.  But she mixs it really fast and it always comes out perfect"

Ok.....So the secret is now out..... I can't make chocolate milk out of the powdered mix.  I have tried it both ways. Milk first then mix stiring as fast as I can and then Mix first then adding the milk, again stiring as fast as I can.  But, no matter what, there is always a thick layer of mixture on the top that makes itself into little lumps and doesn't quite blend into the milk.  Actually thinking about it, my mother made it the same way for me when I was a kid so perhaps it is something wrong in my genetic make up that causes my inability to make the perfect glass of chocolate milk for my darling son.

So I turned to him and promised to speak to Mark's mum at the earliest opportunity. Then the next day I went to the store and bought the liquid version.  Well, I had to win back my sons respect and be perfect in his eyes again.  Don't tell me you wouldn't do it if you were in the same situation.

Four days ago we ran out of the chocolate mix and I forgot to get more during my last harried weekly shop.  So when he asked for chocolate milk with his dinner I had to use some of the remaining powdered mixture.  I went and made him some, stiring as fast as I could, failing, as I always do to evenly distribute the now thick layer of mixture on top into the rest of the glass of milk. But I had forgotten my promise to speak to the perfect mum, that makes the perfect chocolate milk.

"You never asked Marks mum how to make the chocolate milk the right way, did you?" 

Oh no....... I now broke a promise and make lousy chocolate milk.  I'll never forgive myself.  I guess I am going to have to ask Mark's Mum after all.