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You are now 16 and a handful for your ancient parents. T-Bone is 60 and me, well I am now
Can you cut your old mom & dad a break and not crash a car until we are in the retirement home? Or at least until you actually own you OWN car. Okay? Pretty please?
Dad thinks that I am going to be "easy" on you because you are my only biological child. He thought I was harsh on J-Dogg and Sair, or I thought they should be punished more than they were sometimes.
Let me tell you this one time and one time only.
NOT GONNA HAPPEN.
You know Grandpa Lowell? Remember he was MY dad? Yeah, well we did not get away with
Nada, Zilch, Zippo.
Neither will you.
Boyfriend dump you? Get to school.
Bad grades? Your grounded.
Messy Room? Not on my watch!
Brought home by the police? HOLY HELL that better not happen! Mama will NOT be as cool as Grandpa was when this happend with your Uncle. (I think grounded until graduation or receipt of admission letter with full scholarship to Harvard, or similar, would be in order.)
In short, I am your MOTHER. Not your friend.
As such you will follow the rules, there are not many so don't freak out here, and do well in school.
THAT is your job!
However, as your mother, I also reserve the right to stick up for you with teachers & principal's, kiss you on the head, give you squeezy hugs, wipe your tears, help you with homework, tell you that your friends are wrong - you are cool, etc.
I got your back like that.
Hugs and Kisses,