February 26, 2010
It’s no surprise to you, I know, we aren’t always so much popular with our kids when we make the kinds of sensible decisions we have to make as parents. In fact, oftentimes when we’re doing our job well, setting boundaries, enforcing accountability and making them eat their vegetables, those are the times that our kids subject us to the best they have in their arsenal of “fabulously fun” ways to torment their parents. These include, but are not limited to: the silent treatment, temper tantrums (this includes door slamming), personal notes written to us detailing our transgressions, phone calls to their grandparents, letting them know where they went wrong with their kids and letters to their lawyer seeking representation in order to pursue their claim(s) of unfair practices.
One day, as I sat drinking a cup of lukewarm coffee, my body having just absorbed massive aftershocks as a result of my child’s door slamming because I wouldn’t let her go to a party with an unknown party in order to party, I came up with this particular MOMISM:
It’s no surprise to you, I know, we aren’t always so much popular with our kids when we make the kinds of sensible decisions we have to make as parents. In fact, oftentimes when we’re doing our job well, setting boundaries, enforcing accountability and making them eat their vegetables, those are the times that our kids subject us to the best they have in their arsenal of “fabulously fun” ways to torment their parents. These include, but are not limited to: the silent treatment, temper tantrums (this includes door slamming), personal notes written to us detailing our transgressions, phone calls to their grandparents, letting them know where they went wrong with their kids and letters to their lawyer seeking representation in order to pursue their claim(s) of unfair practices.
One day, as I sat drinking a cup of lukewarm coffee, my body having just absorbed massive aftershocks as a result of my child’s door slamming because I wouldn’t let her go to a party with an unknown party in order to party, I came up with this particular MOMISM:
MOMISM #4
As it turns out, parenting IS a popularity contest, it’s just one that you’re never going to win, but you do get one of those nifty participation ribbons...metaphorically.
As it turns out, parenting IS a popularity contest, it’s just one that you’re never going to win, but you do get one of those nifty participation ribbons...metaphorically.
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