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Because you know I’ll never run out of these.
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The instant I read this a mental image of my mother standing impatiently waiting for me to get to the point flashed through my brain.
I was a creative child who loved to read, one more apt to be found at the library than the playing field. A good story always held me spellbound. So when I’d come running into the house anxious to tell my mother something interesting… but in the telling ended up weaving a long disjointed tale that made me forget the original thread…. she’d always shrug her shoulders, turn away and say, “It must not have been very important.”
To which I always wanted to scream, “Now I remember! The house is on fire.” … like that would teach her to take me seriously.
Ah, childhood.
Good times.
What did your mother always say to you?
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River's world..... 
If my mom thought my brother or I was acting silly, she would call us a dildo. Yep.
When I was a junior in high school, I finally got up the nerve to ask her if she knew what a dildo was. Welp, she didn’t!
And though she never called either one of us a dildo again, my children will lovingly call their Grammy a dildo to this day.
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OMG… that’s hilarious. And beats my story of an elderly aunt buying me a bong at a tag sale because she thought it was a pretty glass vase.
😉
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“Just ignore them.” Mom wasn’t an extrovert so she had a simple way of dealing with people. Not the best advice, in truth– but she was consistent.
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That’s not bad advice. At times I wish my husband would…
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“If you work in saloons long enough, you will think like the customers”
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Is that a bad thing? Asking for a friend…
😉
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“Don’t run with the scissors.” – She said this because I used to run with the scissors.
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And you lived to tell the tale. Kudos to your mother.
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“Your father punishes you because he loves you!” Or words to that effect. She told me that almost every day until she died when I was 8. I didn’t believe her then, and I still don’t believe her now. My father told me the same thing, “I’m doing this because I love you.” Funny, he never said “I love you!” when he wasn’t punishing me. I must have been a bad little boy!
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That’s so sad. Punishment doesn’t equal love in my book.
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If you had asked for words our fathers saod, I would have written something like, “I don’t know what you did today, but I know you did something.”
I am not writing these things looking for pity, or sympathy. It’s just the way life was for me and most of my 9 siblings. My father was an angry man, and my mother did what she had to in order to survive. Somehow I grew up a pacifist.
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My husband was one of nine and grew up similarly. No rod was spared in his house either.
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“Spoil the rod and spare the child.” What almost no parent ever said!
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When you completely forgot what you were going to say, my mother would quip, “Must have been a lie.”. And whenever I would yawn, she would ask, “Are you tired?”
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That would be even more annoying than my mother’s.
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She still tells me “Will you stop acting like that and start acting like a damned lady!” To this day she still says that…..🙄
Oh and “If you keep hitting your brother on the head he’ll never get past the 2nd grade” but in Spanish, yeah I was somewhat of a stinker as a kid.
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In her defense… a damned lady sounds more interesting than the regular kind.
😉
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As the saying goes, well behaved women rarely made history….lol.
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Do you want any beans? (To which I would reply, “No,” and then she would dish me up some anyway. Every. Time. Seriously, mom. Why bother asking?)
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Clearly her need to feed you beans was greater than your desire to eat them.
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My desire to avoid them was the greatest desire of all.
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Promises were made to be broken! (Don’t ask!)
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That’s dark….
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“Get out of the way, you fucking idiot!” … just one of the many lovely things she would, and probably still does, say from behind the wheel. I remember lip syncing it, along with my sisters, and adapting it to our sibling discourse. “I was watching that, you fucking idiot!” After a while, we didn’t even have to say it, everyone knew what we meant, except for mom.
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A charming childhood memory.
🤣
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It was like being on the Waltons.
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Fuck off John Boy.
Screw you Mary Ellen.
😉
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Oh and get a life Elizabeth you nosey red head! lol I mean I could go on and on with that Waltons/Kenny Nines prompt!
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Mother warned to avoid trouble. “Don’t start! Just don’t start!” Last warning before catastrophe.
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Warnings are always helpful.
😉
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“Who stole my open bottle of Scotch?”
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Make that rye and it could have been my mother…
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Yeah, but usually she was holding it when she asked.
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Ah.
An important distinction.
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I love that little tale of your childhood!
The first thing that popped into my head is my mom saying to me: “Suzanne, don’t be so fresh!”
Which in her slang, meant sassy.
sorry mom, I’m still fresh.
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I was a little mouse if a child, seen… but seldom heard.
I’m making up for that now.
😉
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JUST WAIT TILL YOUR FATHER GETS HOME!
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Classic.
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