Thursday, June 16, 2011

Listen To Your Mother

So, I'm not the only one whose kids question my knowledge on virtually every subject imaginable.  I really tire of saying to my 8-year-old, "listen, kiddo...I've been around a lot longer than you have and I know a thing or two."  Apparently, he takes that literally to mean I only know one or two things.  Every other topic is up for debate.

"You know, Nicholas, you might make a few more outs if you move toward the ball instead of expecting the ball to come to you."   I get the you-have-no-idea-what-you're-talking-about looks and rolled eyes.  I need to dig out my old softball pictures to prove I was on a team and I used to catch pop flies and field grounders.  I'm not sure the picture would do any good, though.  I'm just a mom, after all.

"Mom, I really, really, really want those Nike shoes.  Can I please, please, please have the Nike shoes like Billy?"  I asked Nicholas what people usually do when they really, really, really want something.  After a period of reflection during which Nicholas's blank stare meant he had no idea what I was talking about, I answered my own question.

You work for what you want.  If you want something bad enough you will find a way to pay for it.  I'm not sure he really, really, really wants those Nike shoes enough to scrub toilets or pick up dog doo-doo in the backyard.  However, I know from experience that you appreciate things you work for more than you appreciate things given to you.  Of course my 8-year-old thinks I'm stone-cold crazy, but it's true.  He will learn this valuable lesson.  Someday. 

I have a lot of explaining to do.  I have a lot of repeating to do.  I also have a lot of role-modeling to do.  But that's my job.  As a mom I am required to take the guff that comes with raising self-reliant, independent kids. Because my kids question  me I know they are creating their own opinions and values about life that will prepare them for adulthood.  I might go insane in the process, but I look forward to the day when my kids figure out that I really did know what I was talking about.  I really did know more than one or two things.

Unfortunately, that day won't come until they have their own kids.  When Nicholas and I were disagreeing about something at the breakfast table, I start laughing and he wanted to know why.  "Because I can't wait until you are sitting where I am and arguing with your son.  You aren't going to understand a word of what I've just said to you until then."

When he's debating with his kids and throwing out a, "listen, kiddo...I've been around a lot longer than you have and I know a thing or two"  it will all become crystal clear.


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