Foolishly, I thought that would make me the “cool” mom. I mean, I’m closer in age to these kids than any of the other parents, right? Honestly though, I was never “cool” even when I was their age. I never partied. I never got into trouble. I was the sports editor for the yearbook, always writing something. No one was ever mean to me – EVERYONE wants to be in the yearbook, right? – but I wasn’t part of the “cool” crowd. I wasn’t a geek or someone with no friends either. I was just somewhere in the middle, with most everyone else. There is nothing in my DNA that should have ever led me to believe I could ever be a “cool” parent.
|Not my real son. He would kill me if I posted a picture of|
him getting yelled at.
Looking over a study-guide for his test the other day, I was floored that he wasn’t nearly as prepared as I would have been at his age. His response, “It’ll be multiple choice, so I can figure it out.” I thought my head was going to seriously explode. Then I did what I’ve rarely done. I yelled, “We can’t go through life hoping for multiple choice questions. We have to just #*@$ing know the answers!” (That’s not to say he hasn’t been reprimanded his whole life, but I’m usually very calm and explain things matter-of-factly. My blood pressure doesn’t usually rise during one of these discussions like it did that day when I actually yelled. I’m not usually a yeller, you see.)
The scariest thing for me was, I could hear those same words coming out of my parents’ mouths. (Not that I ever gave them reason to yell that particular thing…Again, I was always more prepared for tests than that.) But I may have heard something similar said to one of my brothers at one point. And while I might not be a "cool" parent, I always suspected I was "cooler" than them.
More oldies but goodies that might soon make a comeback in my household…
“As long as you’re under my roof, you’ll follow my rules.”
“If your friends were all jumping off a bridge, would you jump too?”
“When you’re an adult, you can make that decision for yourself.”
"Are your ears painted on?"
“I’m not asking, I’m telling.”
All of this got me wondering, when did I become my parents? Was I always like them and just blissfully delusional to the fact until now? Or did it just happen upon me, like catching the flu or something? If the latter is true, will I go back to myself anytime soon? In short, once you've become your parents, is there a way back to yourself? Or am I lost forever?
I know I'm not the only one to experience this. It's been said time and time again by others. I just never expected it to happen to me!
So now it's your turn. 'Fess up... Is there something your parents said when you were younger, something you vowed NEVER to say, but discovered it flew out of your mouth when you were an adult anyway?