Why is it when we are young we can’t wait to be older and when we are older we wish we were younger?
Children see growing older as a way to “Do whatever they want” “Whenever they want” “However they want”
Little do they know the “trap”
“Do whatever you want” becomes “Do whatever your boss or spouse (or both) wants”
“Whenever you want” becomes “Whenever you aren’t working or doing other things you don’t want to do but have to do”
and
“However you want” becomes “The way the law, the government, your some other authority you didn’t realize existed as a kid wants”
So kids………….
`
It’s a trap!!!!!!!!! Run while you can!
`
Mom and Dad’s rules really aren’t that bad. They feed you, they provide a roof. They pay the bills for you. Trust me, there are no 2-3 month summer vacations when you grow up. Just lots of responsibility.
`
Runnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!
`
This is a public service announcement for the prevention of wishing to grow up too fast.
Tomorrow is Mother’s Day. All across the land people will be giving their mom’s Happy Mother’s Day cards or possibly be receiving them. They might also include flowers, stuffed animals or a nice brunch or dinner. Thanking their mom’s for being the Best Mom a kid could ever have.
Some folks will not be celebrating this tradition as they have either lost their mother or maybe their memories are not those warranting gifts of appreciation for the hell their moms put them through.
I’m not sure any mom is perfect. Sure you have the extremes. The TV perfect moms who do everything right; who raise perfect children, creating perfect memories. Then the other extreme of abusive and downright mean moms who inflict pain on their “evil” spawn.
I like to think there are more of the first extreme than the second, but sadly that probably isn’t the case.
The good news is, most moms probably fall in the middle. They aren’t perfect but they try their best given the current situation at any given time. They love their children no matter how much they drive them nuts and they might want to murder them. They sing to their kids even if they can’t carry a tune and they tell them “no” even when they may want to say yes.
Through the course of any day, most moms will be loved and hated by their children depending on the hour.
When those children grow up, their mom will be responsible for every bad thing that ever happened to them in their life. Yet, those same “adults” wouldn’t change their mom for any other mom.
We are a funny species.
Yet, as Mother’s Day roars in this year, everyone is forced to say, “Dang, I love and appreciate my mom.” We make that trek to Walgreen’s for her card, standing there trying to find the perfect one since we don’t say it to her the other 364 days of the year.
We created a day for everyone to slow down a moment and thank the woman who kisses their ouchies, the woman who was mean when they couldn’t go out with their friends, the one who took away their toys when they were bad, and the woman who they ran to when they were scared and needed protection.
It really begs the question….
Why do we wait until Mother’s Day to appreciate the person who tried their hardest to be the best mother they could?
I love ya Ma….
And I know that no matter what good or bad happened in my childhood, I was and will always be grateful for how hard you tried.
Well, if you have been waiting on pins and needles to find out what happened to my mom’s keys, I can tell you that after hours and hours and hours (I suspect minutes) my mother finally came to the conclusion that a Spirit must have taken her keys.
She serious by the way……
Stop laughing….
She started this theory last night as she had a strong feeling someone didn’t want her back out on the road yesterday (they must have seen her driving abilities).
Personally, I think she’s right. I think my grandmother who passed this time of year was just letting her know she was thinking of her. You see, one of the keys was to my Grandmother’s old car.Coincidence??? Hmmm, you decide.
Then this morning. My “Pops” decided to join in the hunt and low and behold he found the keys in some little tiny hidden corner. So at this point, I’m thinking, if it wasn’t my grandmother thinking she was funny, it might have been him. I’m just saying. And if it was him, he might be joining my grandmother in the afterlife becuase I think my mom would kill him.
At the end of the day. Crisis is over. Thanks for all of your help looking around the internet for them.
PS. My mom really does see spirits. Maybe someday we can do a few posts on those. (That is if I get to live for making fun of her again two days in a row)
Last week when I busy doing my little series about the days of the week ~ my birthday came and went.
(Please hold down the applause that I survived another year and how excited you are that I get to make you laugh for another one) 😀
Birthdays have always been weird in my family. My sisters (one more than the other) are big into birthdays. Celebrating the day of your life. I on the other hand, appreciate the birthday, but since I’ve worked almost every single birthday, most of the time it is just another day. This year included. (for the record, my brother falls somewhere in between)
When I was young, we didn’t have much money. My mom was very young when she had me (she had just turned16) and had four of us by the time she was 21. So as you can imagine, money was tight. But my mom always did what she could to make us feel special on our birthdays.
As I got closer to my 16th birthday, I secretly wished for what every 16 year old lays in bed praying about. Yep, getting a car for my birthday. Now, logically I knew this was impossible. We simply had no money. But that reality doesn’t sink into a 16 year old’s head. The dream stays alive. The hope burns internal.
When my 16th birthday arrived I laid in bed praying that some miracle happened overnight. That some how my mom found a way.
SIDE NOTE: What’s interesting is, we all get this feeling, long after our youth. How many times has your mind & heart dreamt of the possibility even though the little voice inside was trying to tell you not to expect it?(the 1/2 billion dollar lottery couple weeks ago being a great example)
Back to my story….
That morning after saying those last little prayers, I began my new year of life.
Like taking off a band-aid, I might as well just rip it off….
There was no car sitting in our drive way with a big red bow on it. 🙁
Nope. Not even a little hot wheels one for a good laugh.
Now, before I tell you what I did get, let me explain something many of you don’t know. I’m a tomboy. Always have been. If I wasn’t doing my homework I was outside playing over the line (baseball for 3-5), tennis or something with my brother and our friends. My brother always got the better toys in my mind. It drove my mom nuts that I refused to put on a dress. No freaking way was that going to happen. The word “Girly” and Tammy just weren’t used in the same sentence in my house.
With that said, what did I get? I got 3 things…a $50 check, a $50 bill & a green figuring with a girl in a dress (gasp) holding a cake with a 16 on top.
Now, when a tomboy wants a car for their 16th birthday, the last thing they are expecting is a girl in a green dress.
You can only imagine the amount of pouting I did that day. I wasn’t mad at my mom. I knew there was no way I was getting a car. But for a few weeks that dream was alive in my mind and it felt real.
As the days passed, my mom needed to borrow the $50 bill for food or bills or something, and I’m pretty sure I never cashed the check (knowing my mom could use the money more than I could). The little girl in green went on a shelf as a reminder that she wasn’t the car I really had wanted.
But what might shock and surprise you is… it has been 30 years since I received the Girl in Green. She has moved 16 times (ironic I know) & across four states with me. And she still sits on a shelf in my home office. Not a crack, a chip or anything. She no longer reminds me of the car I didn’t receive. Today she reminds me of how much my mother loves me and how much she loved me that day I turned 16. And I wouldn’t trade her for anything. (the figurine and my mom – LOL)
The Girl in Green
Besides, had I gotten the car, I’m not sure it would have fit on my shelf 30 years later.
We might not always get the presents we want, but we usually get the presents we are suppose to.
