When did this happen? How many days, weeks or even year have passed me by without me knowing this? Entropy has flung me forward, and I didn’t think for a second that I wasn’t predictable.
I’ve become the one thing I never thought I’d be; I am not the ‘cool’ mom.
I’m learning that being a cool mom means more than parenting my child. It includes how I handle others’ entitled, rude and abrasive children. When did children become the bosses of their homes? Or worse, when were they taught that they could become the boss of my house while they stood in it?
I am not your servant, we use please and thank you here and no, I’m not going to order you a pizza.
So what’s a mom to do? Kick the mouthy, entitled child out at the cost of hurting my daughter’s friendships at school? Or, write a story that I’m sure other parents can relate to? Today I have chosen the latter.
Call me snobby, but I happen to know that I have a pretty amazing little lady on my hands. I know that when she goes into other people’s homes that she is kind, helpful and considerate. These are lessons that we have taught her each and every day.
Please, pretty please, show your children how to show respect and to be kind, so that the mom of your kid’s friend doesn’t have to for you.
I’m dropping the ‘cool.’ I refuse to sacrifice my expectations to make another child feel indulged in my home. I don’t need a title to know that I’m good with my own children and I can guarantee that I don’t care what the mouthy, entitled child reports when I tell them to go home.
I’m an uncool (proud) mother.
Article originally was published and printed on Saturday, April 28, 2018, In the Argus Leader.
The article can be found online on the Argus leaders site. And was published online at 3:22 p.m. CT April 27, 2018
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