A poem composed by Sister that she posted on the fridge for me:
Mothers
Mothers are anoying
Mothors are nice
Mothers are naguty
Mothors are healthy
Mothors are mean
Mothors know best
Should I be grateful that it at least all evens out in the end? Sigh. Well, there's always adult pleasures to mitigate the sting of your children's ingratitude, no?
Rum Highball
1-1/2 oz rum
1/2 oz triple sec
1/4 oz fresh lime juice
2 dashes Angostura bitters
2 oz ginger beer
Stir all ingredients together in an ice-filled highball glass. Garnish with lime and orange slices. Drink and feel like a sucky mom.
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You are so not a sucky mom, silly girl. Sister is not one to pull her punches, and you know that. You raised an opinionated child who isn't afraid to say anything - you are surprised by this? She's just at that age where restrictions really "feel" like restrictions. Just repeat my mother's mantra - "this too, shall pass". And let Bean bite her.
You're always so sweet to me, mommygoth. Sister IS really feeling the rules lately, though I must say that the poem was entirely unprovoked. We'd actually been having one of our better weeks!
well, i suppose you could look at it this way - Sister feels comfortable enough to express her feelings to you. And though i'm sure that they are not things you want to hear (and I'm also sure you're not a sucky mom!) i gotta believe that it's better to express what you feel than to just bottle it up out of fear of the consequences. maybe it was because you were having one of your better weeks that she felt she could put her thoughts out there. . .oh, what the hell do i know. maybe i'm rambling on here because our family motto growing up was "get over it" (hence, lots of bottling up and later, therapy. . . )i am sorry that she hurt your feelings, though. i have a feeling that all of us mothers have alot more of that coming our way as our kids grow up and become individuals. . . .thank goodness for all these great cocktail recipes you keep sending our way!
Kids tend to say all sorts of hurtful things to you as they grow up. As they get older, though, you start to realize that it's less and less accidental. They really do begin to have other opinions of you besides that you're the center of their universe. Fortunately, Sister also says some really lovely things to me so, yes, I should just get over it, huh? I mean, I AM the grown-up here, right? Right?
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