As a new mom, I do a lot of thinking about my own mother and how she raised me. I ALSO do a lot of thinking about what kind of kid I was growing up and speculate on how my daughter may turn out. Then, of course, I think of all those things I did growing up that probably just about killed my mom.
*Like the time my sister and I took turns wearing roller blades and pulling the other one around by sticking the plunger to the other’s tummy. I can just imagine my mom about threw up when she saw us.
*Like taking every folding chair and table out, plus every blanket not already on a bed outside to build forts – and then it started to rain.
*Like how my brothers and I would build a pile of pillows at the bottom of the stairs and see how high we could jump from without getting hurt.
*How I cut my hair to the root when it stuck out at the wrong angle (and blamed it on a neighbor, I might add).
*How we would pull the trampoline up next to the house and jump out of bedroom windows onto it.
*Or, even better, about how once I turned into a teen, I took my daily shower using three clean towels, every day. No re-use. Meaning I put 3 towels every time I showered into the dirty laundry… Good thing that I had a big family, so my mom could never truly identify me as the culprit.
So, I can’t help but imagine what on earth my little one is going to grow up doing. I wonder, sometimes, how on earth she survived each day knowing what HER little ones would sneak off to do. But, since it didn’t kill her – maybe I’ve got a chance.
What’s the worst thing you can remember doing as a kid that probably just made your mom want to throw up?