Well I'm not sure my kids should read this until they are grown. Nothing X-rated mind you, so don't minimize me yet! I was having a conversation with my mom the other day, the one that is by no means a pushover. Kent had gone duck hunting and I was at home rearing children like a good wife should. Mom inquired how the children were doing with Dad gone overnight. "Fine, I say!" Then I add "Well child 1 is getting better with me. He's perfect for his Dad, but he runs circles around me and is even manipulative.I don't remember trying to manipulate you Mom. I don't know why he does this to me!" Then I share my observance of him getting near the brink of discipline and suddenly having an ailment. This stunt has possibly been overused at this point.
My ever-so-wise mother informs ME that I'm like my Dad and I'm just more tender and tender hearted. WHAT? ME? Are you kidding me? I am totally flabbergasted. I've labeled myself a few things or a lot of things in my years, but tenderhearted? pushover? Oh good grief, I am black and white, stubborn and the most opinionated person I know! How can I possibly be a pushover?!!
I am certainly thinking at this point my dear husband who's dodged cell phones and garden hoses would not consider ME a pushover. Would anyone else?( minus my children and apparently my mother) consider this possible?
I really think the jury is still out on this one. I will admit I've been towing a much tighter line with child 1 this week and his respect level has come up a notch. So all things considered maybe Nanny's do know best.
Sigh.
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