Then my mom said that when I was four years old, I told her I wanted her to "just die."
What?!!
My mom said of course she knew I didn't mean it, that I had no idea what I was saying, but still... ouch.
I've thought about that a lot since then. How we as moms get kind of battered sometimes by the awful (at the time) things that happen with our kids. The exhaustion. The more-often-than-not hundreds of thankless tasks we do every day. And apparently, sometimes being told to "just die."
But also... the little random kisses. The arms thrown around my legs in a big hug. The baby eyes that light up when I come into a room, and the cries when I leave it.
All of it—the good, the bad, and the ugly—is all part of molding and raising little minds and little hearts into real people.
Sorry again, Mom. And thanks.
my parents, 2007
my parents, 2007
3 comments:
Nice...who knew you were so brutal at age 4!!!??!! Hee hee...That picture is precious..can you believe it's almost been a year since that time?
I think you might have an idea for a movie about moms and raising kids...
"The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly!" Indeed it is all part of it from day one!!
Uh, isn't it almost 2 years since that picture? I remember a friend calling her mom when the ugly children years set in at her house just to say "thanks for letting me live" I know I said some pretty awful things (I also "ran away" with Tiff all the way to the neighbors (we weren't allowed to cross the street) when I was 4 and she was 2), so the closer I get to full scale ugliness at my house now, the more I find myself cringing in anticipation. I guess it's all a part of making our backs strong and our hearts humble. But at least we know Mom survived it so there is hope for us, right?
Wow, children can be horrible :)
They sure can be great too though!
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