Only Child Angst
I know I have said it before, but I’ll say it again because I want you to feel sorry for me. I was an only child. I hated being an only child. It wasn’t just about always being alone, it was also being blamed for everything. If there was a mess in the living room, I was the guilty party. I mean, no one else played with my hot wheels so yep, I left them there. If there were dirty dishes in the sink, they must have been mine. Mom would never have left them there.
The other day, I was talking to my mom and I told her I was in the middle of house cleaning and had to get my messes cleaned up before Dennis got home. Seems that I always make a bigger mess before the room sparkles. I had pieces here and there. She said she finds herself doing that. She starts cleaning one room, then goes off in another room, when she comes back to the first room she wonders who made the mess. Since she’s alone (Dad‘s gone at work), she knows that she must have not have done that portion yet and that she left the mess.
Here’s where it gets interesting and I have to get this in writing and out there for the entire world to see because it was absolutely unbelievingly awesome to hear (and extremely rare). I wish I could have recorded it to play over and over.
My mother admitted that not everything is my fault, or was anyway. Can you believe it? Mom said she was wrong, not possibly wrong but probably wrong. In momspeak you know the difference between the two. Since she now finds messes she doesn’t remember leaving but knows she did leave, and she admits this happened a lot right after I moved out too, she thinks that I may have been wrongly accused many times. Imagine that! Sometimes, when I said, “I didn’t do it.” I really didn’t. I always knew that but it’s so cool to see that mom knows it too. Yay Mom!
Wow!!! That must be such a great feeling!
I loved the story and I can relate to both sides of the picture you made,
the mess making while cleaning, and your mother finally admitting this
story!
So your mom *was* playing with your Hot Wheels!
I can relate all the way around! I was an only child too, I always make a
major mess while cleaning and I can especially relate to the part about
your mom! If she had a blog I'd go by and give her a hard time ;-)
I know exactly what you are talking about here. I was more or less an only
child - I just wasn't allowed to make the mess in the first place. If
there was a mess we blamed it on my dad.
I was thinking about the Hot Wheels too you little tomboy. But I bet the
dishes were her fault. I love it!
Didn't you have any imaginary friends to blame those things on. They
really do leave mysterious messes. :-)
Don't you wish she had admitted this sooner? ha ha
So who made the mess then? And the bigger question is - why doesn't Mom
remember?
ahh mom is all grown up!! i love it.
doesn't matter how old we get we still like our parents to be proud of us
and to admit the occassional error (on their part!!) happy weekend lisa.
You know tyhe older I get the more confessions my mom has started to make,
and it does make you feel good.
It feels so good to be understood, doesn't it? And congratulations for
getting beyond 50F! Can't wait to see what you capture with coming of
spring!
Wow your mom has grown up! That sounded very adult. And, I'm parenting an
only child!
Not easy living with our mother at times :)
Cool post. My daughter is an only-child. I think she's actually good with
it. I hope so. My husband and I planned it that way because our sisters
were so completely awful!
Yay Mom...for finally admitting it!! My daughter is an only child...but
she has two half-sisters...does that count? That little guy is just the
CUTEST!!!
LOL This is too funny! Being an only child I can totally relate to this!!
It's always nice when a mother can admit to maybe being wrong. At any age,
it's always nice to hear.
I is nice to hear that from a mom, that, and I am sorry for my mistake. It
is one of the keenest memories I have of my mom and a lesson I have always
kept with me.