I realize my life could be so much worse. I realize that I
could have lost my child, or worse have been a “mother” that was never able to
have children of my own.
But thankfully, God has blessed me with three gorgeous,
smart, wonderful little boys. All up until one hit puberty! And then it
happened…the smile disappeared.
I always heard it was going to happen, but I thought it was
a myth, a folk legend. I never thought that this bouncing bundle of joy, that I
played with, gave up my career for to stay home with him for the first five
years of his life, stayed awake for hour after hour when he was sick; laid on
the floor with my hand through the crib slats, just so he knew Mommy was lying
on the floor next to him; consistently smelled of vomit; always had Goldfish as
an accessory, rather than a diamond stud earring; and put more miles on her car
than an Indy 500 race car driver could ever even imagine putting on their car…all
for what?
All for them to wake up
one morning and go… “Hmmmm, that really annoying lady that is always in my
life, always dropping off my gym clothes that I have forgotten, always making
sure I don’t forget my school activities, always making sure I have entertainment
on the weekends…Yep, I think I will just stop smiling at her today, stop being
nice to her today, and overall just be a little toot!”
Because in the end, I
know she will always love me, right? That’s her job. That’s why she was put
here on earth. I know her love is unconditional. I know she would stop a train
for me. I know that I can treat her like absolute dirt, and the very next day,
pick up the phone and ask her to order my girlfriend’s homecoming mum and she
will of course do it with a smile.
I don’t think I am
doing this to her to be mean. But there is something fundamentally wrong with
me. And I am told I will act like this until I am about 18 years old. Man, from
13-18 years old to treat my mom like dirt, that is a really long time for her
to have to hang in there. Maybe I should try to find my smile every once in a
while, and not think she is a totally idiot. After all, she does run our entire
household, she does build and fix stuff, she did go to college, she does raise
my little brothers and me, she’s pretty cool (at least my friends like her and
like coming over to my house); so maybe I shouldn’t be so hard on her.
After all, she may yell
at me, or get on to me for not doing my chores, but according to my friends,
what mom doesn’t? I guess she is just trying to make me a decent responsible
human being…or so she says. And I know she’s right. I can’t have someone
picking up my dirty dishes, my shoes, my socks, and all my bags all the time
for the rest of my life. At some point I will have to become accountable for my
life and my things.
So, I might as well
find my smile again, sooner than later; because after all, my poor mom has two
more boys to deal with after me, the first teenager. So, I guess giving her a
hug and smile, and a “Thank You” every once in a while, wouldn’t be the
toughest thing to do in the world. Oh, and to remember to put my dishes in the
sink.
But after much insider research, mom talk, and lost hope…the
truth has been discovered. The frontal lobe is not fully developed until they
are 25 years old! Yep, you read it right parents! You have two and a half
decades of them being total mush brains, but somewhere in that manual, that a
wrote about a while back (that we never received) …we must love them anyway. So,
hang in there.
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