Loathing or Something
Written by Angelat: angela, Nugget 4 Comments
I’ve been feeling a bit out of touch.
I don’t know if any particular skirt length is out of style right now.
I have no idea which cell phone would work best for me.
I know nothing about the latest fiction.
I know that my camera can do many things, but I can’t tell you how to do anything other than point and shoot.
These are all things to which I used to devote quite a bit of time and energy.
I’m starting to feel disconnected and fizzled–in need of a new Something, but unsure of what that Something should be.
Meredith, because she can sense when I need a fresh challenge, stirred it up yesterday by telling me that:
1. She no longer wants to be my kid.
2. She wants me to move out.
3. She’s done with me forever.
4. She hates me.
Like any other thin-skinned mom would do, I took a deep breath, sent her (with Jeff) away for the night, and taught myself how to knit two socks at once.
(EDITED TO ADD: With the help of a book, of course. I’m no wizard.)
So there’s my Something.
Incidentally, when Meredith returned home this morning, she told me that she loves me.
Two hours later, she stuck her tongue out at me, stomped her foot, and once again proclaimed her hatred.
(I suppose my “Try to drink some of the broth from your soup.” request was a bit too much for her.)
She’s really Something.
January 29th, 2008 at 5:46 pm
I so remember those days when one or two or all the kids decided they hated me. Because I asked them to clean up the toys or asked them to brush their teeth or eat a grilled cheese sandwich. Oh the horrors of my unrealistic requests. But now we laugh about those times together and they tell me how sorry they are that they acted like that. And then we have some hugs and eat ice creams or drink coffees. Just keep reminding yourself that you are doing GREAT. Because you are. xoxo
January 30th, 2008 at 12:41 am
My son sometimes tells me “You annoy me.”
That’s when I say, “Yea, well I annoy me too.”
He never knows what to say to that, but it irritates the fire out of him that I don’t react differently.
If I could knit socks at that point, I would. That or a muzzle. Any books on knitting muzzles?
No, seriously…it is hard being a parent who wants to always be adored. The only child in me hates it when any of my kids are mad at me. I want to be the apple of their eye – always.
January 31st, 2008 at 1:22 am
I just saw this today after coming from Heather’s (omsh) site and I just wanted to say that I, too, used to say mean things like that to my mom. I used to scream how I hated her and wish she wasn’t my mom and all kinds of horrible things. I think it’s just a phase. I’m 22 now and we’re best friends. So just keep your head up, and if it helps, my mom’s response was always “but I Looooooove you” which generally tended to make me more annoyed but gave her a chuckle.
January 31st, 2008 at 1:38 am
I stuck my tongue out at my mom behind her back once when I was a kid. We were in a store, probably K-mart. My dad ratted me out to her. What a snitch!