“Where are your socks?”

“Put on a sweater!”

“Don’t eat that!”

“Dry your hair before you go outside!”

“Don’t you talk back to me!”

“Wait till I call your father!”

“Pick up this mess!”

“You’re not going out dressed like that are you?”

Just another morning encounter with my well-meaning Mama.
I so enjoy these moments together. 

In fact, some people like breakfast with their coffee.  I prefer to start my day with some good old fashioned criticism and Polish folklore.

If I’ve been told once, I’ve been told a quadrillion times to suck in my stomach and microwave that cold cereal before it causes my body to implode on itself. 


Good thing I have her to remind me that at 32 years of age, I’m nowhere near being able to make my own decisions, and that being a self-sufficient adult will always be but an illusion. 

Otherwise, who knows?  I might end up doing something crazy, like tempting fate and walking out the front door with my hair soaking wet.

I Love you Mama.

Thanks for the fear-based parenting style that I am now so proudly and naturally passing down to my own two terrified, manipulated, co-dependent children.

Being a Mom with emotional baggage rocks.

It’s the gift that keeps on giving.

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One Reply to “A Mother and Her Child”

  1. OMG it never stops! I thought at least in my 30's…no??….then, for sure, after I marry and have children??……yet, you have two and it still goes on hahaha…. One thing I can do without in our quirky Polish culture!
    Thanks for the laugh – needed that! 🙂

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