Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Nails on a Chalkboard
My kids call me Mama or Mom, and occasionally a term that makes me cringe; Mother. Sometimes a question like Did you clean your room? or Did you wash your hands? elicits the response Yes, Mother. And every time it grates me. I have never referred to myself as "Mother" so I don't even know where they got it. Hearing the phrase "Yes, Mother" brings two things to mind. The first is the 50's. The era of perfectly behaved kids (at least on television) and moms that vacuumed in heels. Except instead of freshly laundered and ironed khakis and button up shirts, my kids are in mismatched shorts and t-shirts with chocolate sauce spilled liberally over all. The second, and more unsettling thought, is of horror movies. Don't children who are possessed in some terrible way look at their parents with evil gleams in their eyes and utter "Yes, Mother" slowly and creepily right before they kill them? The weird thing is, they have never said Yes, Father so Cody doesn't understand what it feels like. Meanwhile, I am looking over my shoulder to make sure they aren't sneaking up on me with chainsaws.