I remember it well. I was fifteen & it was summer. I probably didn't do my chores, or maybe I lied. Who knows? It doesn't really matter. I must not have done anything too bad, because I remember going to the pool (maybe my Mom just wanted me to get out of the house so I'd stop bugging her.). I remember her hollering, "I hope you have a child just like you when you are an adult!". I remember crying. I ALWAYS cried, because I was a crier. Oh well, someone has to be the crier and someone had to be the yeller. I am no longer a crier...
Well I have become my Mom. I cursed all three of my children tonight. They are NOT fifteen. They are 3, 6, & 8. They forced my hand. I blame genetics on The Husband's side of the family. Okay, I blame my Mom a little bit; she's been known to be a rebel & to speak her mind. Yes, I blame The Grandma.
The fighting, the yelling, the tattling, & the refusal to listen to the Mom who loves them the most. The Mom who was uncomfortable & miserable throughout each & every pregnancy. The Mom who does not want to be a bad guy. I told them that it is super simple: listen to me the first time; do what I say, without complaining, & for the love that is all good & right in this world: love each other & stop the insanity!! Do these things, then I will be the nicest person you've ever met. I don't think I'm asking for too much, do you??
Even as I type this, they are in bed fighting. They are fighting over who will be dressed first tomorrow morning. They are fighting about which of them that Grandma & Grandpa love more. They are fighting about who will get to eat the last of the vanilla yogurt in the refrigerator. They are fighting over their birth order (like fighting about it is going to change it).
I got upset. I couldn't take it anymore. So I gave them the Mother's Curse. It is my job. It is my right. No one can take that from me. It's out there. It's said & done.
I hope they have children just like them when they become parents. I will be the coolest Grandma. Ever.....
Maybe my mom forgot to give me that curse. My kids are not like how I was. I was so shy. I would barely talk to anyone. Mica and Isaak won't shut up!
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