30 Days of Truth, Day 12

30 Days of Truth, Day 12 – Something you never get compliments on.

Hmm. My laundry skills? Ok seriously.

I never get complimented on my methods of parenting my teenager. Everyone thinks I”m too strict, too rigid and inflexible. I expect a lot. He has to have A’s & B’s to have a cell phone, he is expected to call- every time- and I force him to wear a bike helmet. He keeps his room clean, he’s pleasant and agreeable, and I would not accept any less.

Consequently? He’s wonderful. Truly. He says “I love you” every time he gets off the phone with me- even if he’s with his friends- and even since I told him he didn’t have to.

J- You know, you don’t have to say it if you don’t want- I know you love me- and I hope you know how much I love you.

A- It’s not a big deal, Mom.

I worry endlessly- I ask him constantly if he’s going to be getting into trouble with his friends. He laughs and guarantees me they’ll be playing video games. I know I’m overprotective- I know it’s not necessary- but when I look back at my life?

I wish someone had been that way for me. After all- he’s here because I was doing things I shouldn’t be 🙂 He is the best thing I will ever have done with my life. He is my greatest accomplishment- in a nutshell. I knew from the moment I saw the line turn pink that he was meant to be. I knew that day that I would guard his little life and his big future with every fiber of my being. Knowing full well that teenage pregnancy turns into a family legacy if you’re not careful.

Nobody would ever compliment me for being an easygoing understanding mother.

I’m a dictator. I’m the law. I double check your story. I call other parents. I read your messages- I check your coat pockets.

I’m the queen of overprotective mothers.

As a result, I have a wonderful teenager that tells me about his life, whose friends feel comfortable hanging out here but who also know to be respectful. He’s responsible (usually) and has a really kind heart. He’s a good friend, and a good brother…but he’s truly the very best son, any mom could ask for.

30 Days of Truth, Day 11

30 Days of Truth, Day 11 – Something people seem to compliment you the most on.

My pretty green eyes. Courtesy of my Grandma, by way of my mother. They run in my family, and only with the girls. My daughter has her own lovely version. My Grandma passed away when I was 12, and there’s something pretty wonderful about looking in the mirror and seeing the same green eyes she had, smiling back at me. It makes missing her a little easier, and I’m happy they continue on in my daughter.