DEAR MOM, YOU WERE RIGHT
I remember clearly the day I sassed you so hard that you looked me square in the eye and said, “I hope you have a child exactly like you someday.” I laughed and shrugged it off. It made no sense. Didn’t you mean that you wanted to ground me for eternity? Or didn’t you mean that you wanted to take away my MTV?
It took nearly 20 years before the zing of that admission rang some truth. And holy shit, Mom…why would you curse me like that!?
It is a hard pill to swallow but I must admit that you were right.
You were right that it is possible to simultaneously love and dislike your own child in a single moment of time.
You were right that scraped knees and banged up elbows are sometimes harder for the Mom than for the kid to deal with.
You were right that there is nothing hiding under the bed. I know. I just checked.
You were right that no matter what, kids would always behave better for damn near anyone other than Mom.
You were right that I would never sleep a full night sleep again. Not because the children keep me up but because my brain can’t quit.
You were right that I would still sneak into my son’s room and stare at his chest to make sure he is breathing. Even at five years old.
You were right that kids shouldn’t eat candy after 3pm. Ever.
You were right that kids would change marriage in profoundly difficult ways.
You were right that my teenage brat pack friends, Tiffany, Ashley, and Jessica would turn out to be bitches. And I will probably warn my sons about problematic friendships too.
You were right that Mom pants are goddamn comfortable.
You were right that nothing brings out aggressive, over protective, don’t-fuck-with-me reactions like rushing a sick or injured child to the hospital.
You were right that 7:00 pm is not too early to want to go to bed.
You were right that vegetables wouldn’t kill me.
You were right that spills can be cleaned, hair grows back, heartache heals, but tattoos are forever.
You were right that inner beauty is more important than outwardly appearance. But damn those Doc Martens were cool.
You were right that days would never end while the years would slip by.
You were right that a station wagon is not the death of freedom.
You were right that motherhood is the easiest/hardest over/underrated job there is.
You were right that I would someday realize that although I try my best I have no idea what I am doing.
You were right that there is no greater love than that between a parent and a child. Even though there was a time when I was sure I would die for a certain rock star or author. But nope. Doesn’t even compare!
Now before I get all crazy with emotional tender hearted stuff here let me point out that there was a whole lot of shit you were totally wrong about (TV did not rot my brain!) But you did a pretty damn good job. And while I will never admit this out loud, I do steal mom tips from your playbook all of the time.
Now I Know It All
Now I Know It All
Sarah Cottrell is a stay-at-home-mom in rural Maine. In 2012 she earned her MFA and immediately shoved it in the back of a closet where appliances go to die. She is the author of Housewife Plus, a popular parenting blog at the Bangor Daily News. Sarah’s work has been published on BlogHer, In The Powder Room, Mamapedia, Mamalode Magazine website and she is a regular contributor to Scary Mommy and Huffington Post. You can follow the fun on Facebook http://facebook.com/housewifeplus and Twitterhttp://twitter.com/housewife_plus