I guess it goes with the territory of motherhood that we mothers can and will get the blame for anything that goes wrong. I’ve seen my 30-year-old sister blame my mom for her own lateness, and I’ve linked my kids’s disobedience to a prior stay at Grammy’s house. I don’t know why we do it, but I’ve heard my mom say more than once, “I get the blame for everything.”
We’ve had an emotional last couple of weeks at my house. Nothing in particular happened–my son just recalled every way that I have failed him as his mother.
Oh, the tears flowed because Caleb decided that I was never going to give him a little brother. He is so lonely. The girls don’t play with him. Why can’t I just give him a little brother?! Well, buddy, perhaps talk to your sisters about that one. After they flooded the bathroom is not the time to mention to me that you need another sibling.
And while I know that I cannot control the gender of any child that I have or will have (if I go completely crazy), I at least see the logic in Caleb’s plea. However, he really threw me for a loop when he blamed his misery on my giving a dog away that he doesn’t even remember because he was maybe two when the incident happened.
I should’ve known that stupid dog would haunt me for the rest of my life. I see his rebellious spirit residing in my kids when they poop outside, remembering how he would only pee inside. When I sleep at night, I dream about his pathetic face; although, that fact may be due to my mother who loves to taunt me by giving me Boston Terrier pajamas for Christmas.
Yes, Baxter continued to haunt me as my son cried in the middle of the neighborhood. An innocent bike ride turned to sudden tears when the appearance of an old, 75 pound, long-haired retriever brought back memories that Caleb didn’t have of our young and lean Boston Terrier.
“Why did you have to give away Baxter? I miss him so much.”
Because he was crazy, and no you don’t.
Nonetheless, he cried and cried and cried–in the middle of the cul-de-sac as he dismounted his bike; at the top of the stairs as he got ready for bed; and when his misery entered his sister’s body, causing her to cry for the dog that I gave away when she was six months old.
At that moment, I sighed and accepted my fate. I was the mother who deprived my children of a life with a neurotic dog. I was the mother who denied my three children of a fourth to drive me crazy. I was to blame for the thunder as we made our way to the pool, and I was at fault for the taste of broccoli. I stunk.
And one day, I would make some therapist a lot of money.
What’s the craziest thing for which you got blamed? (And does anyone else out there have a pet that continues to haunt you?)
9 thoughts on “I Make People Cry”
Well didn't you once say that you wanted 4 children? 😉 You look so amused in your dog PJ's, by the way! Oh, and do you remember my old Newfoundland, KC? The one story about that dog that seems to haunt me is the night he "locked" me out of the house. I couldn't get in because he was up against the door and wouldn't move. Not one budge! It was after midnight had to call my parents to get the dog away from the door so I could come in. I think that dog had something against me.
the girl i mentor actually has a class with my older son in high school. she said he was complaining the other day about his bad morning. my fault. i didn't buy him any cereal…..so mine are publically complaining and blaming. sigh.
The life of a mother! I find it pretty amusing that your girl tattled on your son. 🙂
Jennifer, don't get so upset or feel gluilty….. get them a kitten.
Don't worry; I don't feel guilty. I'd give that dog away again! (and 'no' to the kitten)
Jennifer, whatever you do or don't do, PLEASE teach them all how to cut their meat! 🙂
Ha! Yes, I don't want to leave that job to their future spouses!
A friend of mine told me the BEST reply to all of her kiddos complaints…
I loved it and have used it MANY times since… 😉
"Tell you what, let's do it my way and when you grow up, if you need counseling, I'll pay for it!!"
You're welcome to use it. 🙂
Yeah, I'm with Christa on this one, Jen. GREAT story telling, friend.