“Mommy, I love you.”
Four little words that now officially strike terror in my heart.
Thing Three (who is four years old) used to say it so sincerely, so wholeheartedly. I would look at his sweet angel face and gather him in my arms and tell him I loved him back, and I’d get a big hug in return, and the world was good.
NOW, “Mommy I Love You” is really CODE for: “Mommy, I accidentally got a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich caught in the DVD player,” or “Mommy I just fed your fish 50 pieces of fishie food and he ate every one of them," or "Mommy, I just caught the living room rug on fire.”
Variations of the above are “Mommy, I love you SO much!” (at which point I drop him immediately and go find the rubber gloves and the Lysol, readying myself for anything) and the ultimate dreaded phrase: “Mommy, did you know you are the BEST mom in the world?”
(That particular phrase usually means RUN FROM THE HOUSE AS FAST AS YOU CAN AND DON’T LOOK BACK OR YOU WILL TURN INTO A PILLAR OF SALT.)
OK. I should not be reacting this way to a simple declaration of love! But when I walk into the kitchen and find the cookie jar on the floor, shattered into a zillion pieces and Thing Three (who has been hiding under the dining table until just then) comes out and says “Mommy, I love you!” HOW THE HECK AM I SUPPOSED TO REACT??!!
What’s sad is, I remember using the same offensive strategy on my own mother. I have a feeling she will think it is QUITE funny that Thing Three has discovered the “Mommy I Love You” tactic.
(In fact, most of the time it seems my mother is listening to my child woes with barely restrained glee. Or maybe it’s my imagination…hmmm…)
I have a feeling that someday, when my daughter is grown and calls me up and wails that her seven-year old is whining and telling her she will NOT wear her winter coat to school, etc. etc., I will have a big old grin on my face too.
What comes around, goes around. Apparently being a Grandparent is fun because you get to see your children’s children doing the same things to them that they did to you, and Revenge truly IS a dish best served cold.
Am I right or am I right?
My blog will be returning around the first week of November, after I’ve completed my move to Denver. Until then, be safe, be smart, have a Happy Halloween, and be good!
Lara
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3 comments:
I will miss your blog (this had me really giggling!). Have a SAFE move and let us know when you get there. Until then, I'll miss you!!
Ya have a good move, and check out my blog when you have a chance, you know who!
Good luck with your move - and I will also miss your blog. It is hilarious! You have a way of telling family stories that is a riot - and yet is so true.
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