Gather around, because I have some words to share that you might find annoying, but trust me, they’re important. Your constant complaints about me (yes, your dear mother) need to stop—like, now—because I’m on the verge of losing my cool.
This week alone, you’ve pushed my patience to the limit 657 times, and that’s not even counting the moments I truly lost it. I understand that your life is tough with all that sitting in the car and listening to your music while you play on your iPad as I drive you everywhere, but you must recognize how wonderful I am and cut out the whining.
I know my affectionate “I love you” and “Have a great day at school” routine might feel like a lot, especially when I pull you in for a quick kiss goodbye. But it’s part of my role as your mother, and I’m going to keep doing it until my last breath. You should accept it, just like I accepted the endless nights of holding you when you needed comfort to fall asleep. I crave that closeness too—kissing you and inhaling that sweet smell of your head fills my heart with joy, even if you think I’m embarrassing.
And I get it—family photos can feel like torture. Who could blame you for thinking it’s a pain to hold still for a few seconds? But remember, I’ve endured countless hours in chaotic places filled with rambunctious kids, dreaming of a quiet moment while searching for a pencil in my purse. So posing for a picture is nothing in comparison—suck it up!
I know you think staying after school to “hang out” is the best thing ever, but I’ve got my reasons for not letting you do it. Trust me, I’ve written the book on that one, and my kids won’t be doing it. Sorry, not sorry.
Making you change out of those dirty clothes before we go out to dinner or a school event might seem harsh, but guess what? I’m one of those “worst mothers” who believes in basic hygiene, and you’re stuck with me.
When it comes to manners at the dinner table or asking for rides, I don’t expect perfection—I just want a little respect. Is it too much to ask for you to avoid farting on your sibling’s leg or cleaning up the Nutella mess you made in the kitchen?
And a little patience goes a long way when I’m in the middle of a conversation at Target. Remember all those playdates I let you stay at a bit longer? Well, this is my time to enjoy a few extra moments without you tugging at me or making a scene.
Yes, I have to use the restroom often, and I know it’s inconvenient when you’re busy with your important lives, but please remember I gave birth to three of you. It does things to a bladder. Next time you feel frustrated about my bathroom breaks, just think about the fact that I could be the mom who occasionally has accidents because your lives can’t pause for a moment.
And don’t even think about rolling your eyes when I decide to sing or dance in the car, even if your friends are present. When a good song comes on, I can’t help myself—it’s happening, whether you like it or not.
As for those French fries and desserts you think are off-limits? I paid for them, so I’m having a bite. If you don’t finish it quickly, it’s fair game.
How about holding the door open for me without being asked? It’s a small gesture for someone who wiped your behind for years.
Let’s not even start on fashion—your mismatched socks and holey tights are fine, but my culottes are apparently a matter of life and death for your social standing? Get real.
So, as we move forward, how about we ease up on the complaints about your “uncool” mom who has a weak bladder (thanks to your big heads) and can’t dance or dress right? One day, you’ll look back and realize how amazing I was—especially when you find yourself parenting and dealing with kids who whine about you too.
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In summary, let’s aim for less complaining and more appreciation for your old mom who’s trying her best—because one day, you’ll understand.