Trouble? Who? ME?
Things have been a little rough around here lately. I won’t go into it. Just go back and read some previous posts.
Still.
Kids will be kids. And, it has occurred to me that, some day in the distant future, my daughter will be staring in frustration at HER daughter/son as they drive her to the brink of insanity.
It’s called karma, people.
But then I think….what the H-E-double-hockey sticks did I do when I was a child to justify THIS kind/degree of payback??!!!
And seriously? I can’t remember.
Honest. I don’t think I was anywhere near this big of a melodramatic tantrum thrower. That would be my sister.
Besides: if there is one thing that my parents did, and did well – and which I could perpetuate in my kids – it is the “fear of God”. Or my dad. I dunno. I was shy. I was a rule follower. I was told I needed to “set the example”. I was TERRIFIED of getting caught, and hence, in trouble, so I didn’t get into too much trouble to begin with.
I think. I’ve been racking my brain, and I can’t come up with anything.
*at this moment my mother and my father are rolling out of their respective seats in fits of hysterical laughter*
The best I can get is this: one afternoon, my mom and dad were having an argument in the kitchen. I have no recollection what it was about, but it was a doozy, and it was freaking me out. So, from the kitchen doorway, I wildly waved around a white towel. As in, waving the white flag. And made a somewhat snarky comment about whether it was safe to come out or not.
Well, it was, until I opened my big mouth.
The look on my mom’s face was deadly.
I sent myself to my room. Much easier that way, you know.
Anyhoo. In retrospect, this may well me the result of the “mother’s curse”. (You know the one: “I hope your kids are JUST LIKE YOU.)
Just not MY mother.
I’ve heard stories of my husband growing up.
Yeah.
I’m putting this one on him. Or my sister, in a case of misguided karma.
And in the meantime, I’m sure my mom will regale us with tales of my woe. She just needs to remember that I have the delete button, and I’m not afraid to use it.
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So. What did you do as a kid to get into BIG trouble?
This post was inspired, or not, by one of this week’s prompts at Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop.
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9 Comments
Kristy
Luckily karma hasn’t kicked me in the butt too much yet. I was a daredevil, my kids are cautious (although Leah is showing promising signs of getting over that). The biggest trouble I ever got in was crawling under a stopped train to get over to my grandma’s house. Hey, I was two and it was the shortest way! We also lit a fire in the garden and set up ramps to jump our bikes over. Dad really yelled at the boys for that one (he never yelled at me…yes I’m spoiled). However, I see karma right around the corner with the snide, sarcastic mouthiness all three of my kids are developing quite nicely.
this is us
Hi, just found your blog through BMB, can totally relate to this… my karma has definatly come around to get me in the form of my 5 year old ‘princess’, so just proves the theory that mothers ALWAYS right….. Dam her! Nat.
Janet Suarez Ameday
Trouble is that I agree with you. You were shy and very well behaved at school. Fear of God, I fear. Oh, how our perspective changes as we grow older. Enjoy your children while they are young, and bite the bullet with the tantrum. I like Papa’s suggestion.
Jack
I can’t talk about childhood until the statute of limitations runs out. What a wacky time that was.
Bankerchick
I had a hard time remembering a big doozy. so I didn’t choose to write on this subject. Whenever I did something bad, I was always caught and it disappointed my mom so much, I tried not to make her sad. So usually I was pretty good.
papa
You kids were really good kids. No doubt in my mind. But my hair now is pure white .Don’t know about your mothers.
Ixy
Haha! I hope your parents realize how good they had it! “Set the example” – sounds like a fellow oldest child. I was a good girl too, but I don’t think my parents realized that until my younger siblings were teens.
The white towel actually sounds like a really good way to de-escalate an argument – you should be a marriage therapist 🙂
Mimi
As i said in my email reply. Can’t really remember any whopper. You didn’t borrow the car (oops, I did that) I didn’t chase you around town to pull you over before the cops did (that was John) and we won’t go into the rest of the it wasn’t you. Sorry I can’t be more helpfu. I really can’t remember the argument you were talking about (I can claim senior moments for that.)
Papa
Best you can do is walk away and let her think you don’t give a rats. Tell her you are leaving home and walk out the door- see what happens. I never thought I was that stern.