Yes, this is why girls love and need their mothers so much! Because they really hear us when no one else does...not really. And after all we put them through, they love us and listen to us anyway. They understand; they're there. Always.
Over the past few days my children have truly demonstrated the old adage that we're repaid for all the torture we bestoy on our parents - especially our mothers! Yesterday, Brock came home without the project we've spent the week working on (that's due today, by the way!). Then, he began complaining about football practice and guitar practice, both of which take precious time away from playing with the boys down the block. I reminded him that he chose to do those things and that I didn't want to hear it; of course, I was heard just as much as I'm sure I heard my own mother as a similarly irresponsible child.
And, of course - since I was already so annoyed, Jackson would wake up this morning completely unhappy and un-consolable with the clothes, shoes, and socks I'd laid out for him to wear. So, I did what moms do - I gave the speech to both of them about being more appreciative. More responsible for themselves. I was boiling over with stress and frustration.
So, who did I call? My mother. Thank God for mothers! I kept venting as I walked into school and then, just as poetic justice would work, I realized (upon reaching my classroom) that I'd left my badge at home and my computer in my truck. So much for my responsibility talk!
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