Long ago on a day I drove my mother crazy I heard the daughter curse being given to me by my mother. It goes something like this..."One of these days you are going to have a daughter and she is going to be just like you". Along with the curse go other phrases like " She will put you through hell, like you are doing to me". Looking back I do not remember the hell I was putting her through that particularl day because back then I was perfect, or so I thought. I do remember that I was given the daughter curse more than once and my response was always something smart like..."When I have kids they are going to love me, because I will treat them so good, unlike you".
It makes me laugh now. By the way, the daughter curse has come true. I am told now that mothers everywhere use this curse and it usually does happen. My daughter is 14 going on 25. Between her dad and I, I am pretty sure she loves me more when it benefits her. Though that may be true, she still thinks I know nothing. I get the rolling of the eyes and sarcasm in her sentences like..."Why can't you just let me live my life". I laugh at those phrases, she has so much to learn.
I have already given her the daughter curse and her response to me is usually..."ugh, I am never having kids, they are annoying"...Yes daughter, welcome to my world. Though she acts like she hates me 50% of the time, she is secretly on my side. She will do things for me like get the mail before her dad and put it in a safe place till I get home since I sometimes complain that the mail gets misplaced at times. When my husband and I start our daily fight she will hide my car keys for me since he sometimes threatens he's going to use my car the next day (yes, my car is his envy). It is these little things that lets me know she loves me and reminds me that having her in my life is a blessing, never a curse. I know my mom felt this way too, but it isn't until you become a mother that you realize that. Even her mother gave her the daughter curse.
I am often accused by my daughter, son and husband at various times that I love one child more than the other and have my favorite. The love I have in my heart for both of my kids is endless. I love both of them more than anyone can accuse me of, they are my whole life. At different times outwardly they each are my favorite, but in my heart there are no favorites.
Long ago I used to eat raw cookie dough. I used to just buy the pre-made tube and eat it. I had forgotten about those days of sheer bliss until this weekend when it was on sale. I grabbed it, threw it in the cart and thought I would enjoy it alone. That day I made my daugher put the groceries away and she found it. She asked me when I planned to make cookies. I told her that was mine and I was going to eat the whole tube raw. Right then her eyes filled with excitement and she said, "Oh my gosh, that's bomb, can we share it". Oh before I go any further when a teenager says bomb it means anything wonderful to them. So last night as her and I camped out in the living room with blankets and pillows (yes, it was his turn to have the bedroom), we brought out the cookie dough. We were armed with the remote control, half a tube of cookie dough each and two glasses of milk...a mother's proud moment.
There I was a curse to my mother sitting with her curse to me...and I wouldn't have it any other way. Thanks mom!
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