My sister posted this lovely conversation with her 9 year old daughter that just made me laugh…
Brooke: “Eww, what are those black things under your arm?”
Mommy: “They’re hairs. I need to shave, but it’s hard to get time to take a shower when I’m taking care of all you kids.”
Brooke: “Eww, yes, you need to get rid of that! And your leg is all bristly.”
Mommy: “Someday, you will have the same thing on your legs.”
Brooke: “But I don’t! . . .Oh, I guess once I’m OLD like you, I might. So why does your body look so bad? Daddy’s older than you, and he’s PERFECT! You even said so! He’s like immortal! You said he’s smarter than you!”
Mommy: “Some day you’re going to learn to be more polite to your mother.”
Brooke: “But I can’t say something like ‘You’re beautiful’ when you have those ugly red bumps on your chin!”
By the way, my daughter says I shouldn’t post this. But I know nobody reads this anyway. It’s just for her to read when she’s my age so she can laugh.
Good thing I have a sense of humor, so she’s still alive.
Yes, as mothers, we sometimes take the brunt of the criticism, and brutal honesty, from our kids.
I got this message yesterday from college daughter, who is not big on thank yous or sentiment.
“I love you. Thank you for all the sacrifices you’ve made for me to be in college that I will never know about. I’m going to crush it…. thank you.”
Yeah, if I weren’t already crying after dropping her off at school on Saturday, that would do it.
Kids. Gotta love them.
That hygiene story is hilarious. If she only truly understood all of the nasty things associated with growing up . . .
You’re lucky to get that message so early in her freshman year. I remember it being October and sitting on my bed in our Heritage dorm, watching the leaves outside my window while I sobbed and wrote just such a letter to my mom.