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When did I become my mother?

Submitted by ghada on Wednesday, 27 January 20104 Comments
When did I become my mother?

The other day I put Master P into the car and he crawled across the backseat and into the front seat and sat himself down in the driver’s seat. I was stretching and reaching and all the while he was giggling this slightly evil giggle that he can get. It was a long day and patience was running thin, I raised my voice at him, “Don’t make me come in there and get you!”

Woah! I had to stop and think to myself – when did I become my mother? That was such a line she would say when we were kids. I mean, honestly, don’t make me come in there and do what?? He continued his giggle and did not at all seem bothered by my idle threat.Why should he really.

Then I wondered, when did he become me, or how I use to be with my mother? The little darling who could smile so sweetly one minute and then rear his mini-me devil horns the next. When did he decide it was sport to push my buttons just that little bit to make that nerve in my forehead above my right eye twitch. Overall he is a lovely, happy and cruisy wee guy, but boy oh boy, there is something deep in him that knows he can try it on with me cause I am his mama. And then I think, I remember that happy feeling I had when I was just a little naughty to my mom. Uuugh, what goes around comes around I guess. In the end, I have to laugh. He’s trying it on with me cause he knows that I am his mama and no matter what I will always love him unconditionally, I mean who could stay made at those curls.

I chalk it up to terrible twos, bringing out the mini evil guy in Master P and bringing out the tough mama in me.

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  • CDbalance said:

    It really is amazing that somehow when our kids turn two, both they and we get magically get the mental manuals which I imagine have titles like, “How to be a 2-yr old” and “In Case of Emergency, Use This Line from YOUR Mother.”

    I thought I had them all until my 2nd came along and I find myself saying (almost without being able not to), “DON'T MAKE ME SEPARATE YOU TWO!!: LOL!

    Love your blog and also wanted to say THANKS! for following me. I really appreciate it and hope you do enjoy!

    Charlene
    The Balance Beam

  • Kristin said:

    Hi, visiting from SITS! Happy Saturday Sharefest! I can totally relate to the car seat hop, and I hate to say it, my son does this STILL and he's almost 4! He's getting better and we're working on it, and it's all I can do to bite my tongue when he laughs because it's so infectious!

  • Danielle said:

    I think at some point, we always become our mother in one way… no matter HOW MUCH we swear we NEVER will.
    Happy SITS Saturday!

  • ghada (author) said:

    eeks, tell me I don’t have to put up with it til he’s 4! Yesterday, I was astounded at how fast he can get around the inside of the car. He kept bounding all over the place trying to escape me. You’re right, the little laughter is super infectious :)