I noticed something the other night and I don't think I care for it much. Actually, I don't care for it at all. I have created a monster and that monster is my oldest child. I say that because well, because now that she has been living back at home, or at least sleeping here most of the time I have became keenly aware that she likes to bitch. What I mean by that is simple---she sounds like me when I was twenty years old!
Saturday was her Dad's Birthday, she and I ran to town when she got off of work. By the time we got home the day was done and it was time for me to bake a cake and cook supper for all of us. She immediately went to town on sorting laundry and cleaning the bathroom. Now, if she had just done those things of her own free will without complaining, then maybe I wouldn't have noticed it so badly! However, it wasn't like that. The whole entire time she was in the bathroom it was," who took out the trash, thank's for leaving it on the floor?" or "this isn't dirty, why it is in the dirty clothes, well now it is!" or "this toilet is disgusting." or "why can't people just pick up after themselves?" The whole time I'm in the next room telling her that if she doesn't want to do what she is doing, then stop! I was trying to fix supper, it was her Dad's birthday and no one, including myself wanted to listen to it. I kept asking her to please stop--just stop! But she went on about it like we were having the Queen over for dinner. See my creation--I did that! I'm taking all the blame now, and hopefully since I'm taking the blame she will try to cool it a little bit on how well my house needs to be kept.
Being the oldest she always had more responsibility than the others' and took on more responsibility than at times I liked. I love my daughter with all my heart, but two adult women living in the same house is not all it's cracked up to be. She's driving me crazy!!! This is my house after all and well, I'm not twenty years old anymore and I have raised five children up to this point, the youngest being twelve and the house hasn't caved in yet.
I told Steph the next day while we were having coffee how she was reminding me of myself at her age. The only difference is that when I was her age, I was taking care of my own home and raising three children under the age of 5. That was sixteen years ago for crying out loud. Thing's change in sixteen years and so do people.
In my old age, yes, I'm almost thirty-seven--I've learned to let things go. I spent my twenties trying to be the Perfect Everyone to Everybody and the only person not happy was ME! I was miserable worrying about getting the laundry done daily, and having a four course meal on the table every night, and my children looking like little dolls whenever and wherever we went. Matching outfits and all! My bathroom's were cleaned daily and you could eat off of my floors. I know--it makes me sick to think about it. Today--I don't let some things bother me. Mind you, when it get's to the point where I can't take it anymore I go like a mad woman getting everything back in order but I've learned to just do it and not complain or rather bitch about it. Like the other day when my Monster reminded me of myself. It will get done when it gets done and sometimes we just have to relax and enjoy the ride. We never know when our ride will be over and I'm not going to spend the rest of my life worrying about whether there is a laundry hamper full of dirty clothes sitting in the bathroom. I look at it now like I told her...at least we have those clothes to get dirty!
I really hope and pray that she will take Mom's cue now and relax a little because if not, I feel really sorry for my grand babies I hope to have someday. Or maybe they can just come live with Nana. LOL~ NOT!
Blessed Be --Angie
I really hope and pray that she will take Mom's cue now and relax a little because if not, I feel really sorry for my grand babies I hope to have someday. Or maybe they can just come live with Nana. LOL~ NOT!
Blessed Be --Angie
Blessed Be--Angie
8 comments:
We grow wiser as we grow older...our children are a mirror of us. Didn't they grow up seeing us?
I know what you mean, my daughter is me and it scares me too. Lovely post, thanks for sharing.
I know exactly what you mean! I have a 16 yr old boy that is a splitting image of myself when I was younger. Unfortunately for us, we tend to change our views as we grow older. We would like to go back and change the way our children have become, but they have to go through it just like us. That old saying holds so true...'Fruit doesn't fall far from the tree' :)
We always catch a glimpse of ourselves in our kids.... and then we stop and wonder... Eventually these very kids begin to outgrow us and find their own person!
No matter how old we get, we will always be MOM! We hope to see positive traits reflected in our kids :-)
Hello.
Not sure if my first comment posted.
This reminds me of when my sisters used to act up & backchat my mom. Mom used to say she was the only woman in the house & anybody who didn't like the way she ran things needed to find their own home to manage!
I wish you the best.
Thanks for sharing & visiting. I appreciate the comment.
Daydreaming
Thank you all for the comments. I love reading what others can glean from my ramblings.
You know what resonated the most strongly for me? Your comment of "It will get done when it gets done and sometimes we just have to relax and enjoy the ride." What struck me is that that sentence could easily apply to your daughter and her own evolution and growth, as well as your relationship with her. She is a work in progress, as am I, as are you...as we all are. It kind of changes the whole perspective when you look at it in that light, doesn't it? I love the power of words and how tipping them in one direction or another can shed new light!
This was a rather humorous window into your life, albeit a frustrating experience for you to live, I'm sure. It's a day in the life kind of application that many will read and nod in complete understanding. :)
Namaste',
Dawn
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