What goes around truly does come around. From temper tantrums in stores to Evan’s fondness of hiding in clothes racks*, child rearing seems to be payback for every Karmic evil I’ve ever unleashed on my parents.
And worst of all is that my parents have a sadistic fondness for laughing at my tales of woe. Yes, they’ll be sympathetic to my plights, but that’s after they finish laughing their butts off. And then my mom gently reminds me the worst is yet to come. Super! Why isn't this stuff covered in the parent handbook?
Can’t I keep my children loving, cuddly, and obedient forever? I want to skip through the I hate you stages and get right to the being cool again. And how much do I tell them? I was a pretty good kid overall, but I did my share of dumb things. Heck, in Wooster
My parents did a pretty darn good job sharing their “real” selves with us and even sometimes managed to horrify my siblings and I with their college tales of Sloop and Fang. But I still thought they were the worst when I was grounded and they NEVER understood the teenage me.
Plus, at some point even my music will be uncool. It baffles me that bands like Nirvana would be considered an oldie.
Plus, at some point even my music will be uncool. It baffles me that bands like Nirvana would be considered an oldie.
So, while my oldest is not even 2½ and Baby Mojo has still yet to make her grand entrance or even be officially named, I’m coming to the harsh realization that I will be the nag, the nerd, the downer, the meanie, and the enforcer at some point. As much as that stinks, I look forward to the day when I can laugh my derriere off and sympathetically smile at their toddler toils while still laughing on the inside.
* BTW, baby boy--If you ever read this in the future, telling me where you are slows my pounding heart in Target, but does give me a slight advantage in hide and seek despite your good job of using a pillow as camouflage.
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