In honor of Mother’s Day this weekend, I’d like to pay tribute to all the wonderful women out there trying their hardest to keep it all together.
I’d like to especially focus this year’s Mother’s Day shout out to all those who have new teenagers under their roofs.
If you can, please take a moment of silence to send good vibes out to all of us just starting out in this crazy time in our children’s lives.
You know, before they drive us insane.
Sometimes I look at other families and just wonder how these other mothers manage to arrive on time, Starbucks in hand, not a hair out of place and ready to “mom so hard.”
I roll up in a cloud of dust like Peanut’s Pig Pen, clothes straight out of the dryer, covered in ink blots and just hoping no one notices my disheveled appearance.
I can’t totally blame the 13-year-old boy who lives with me because he gets it honest.
I’ll never forget the moment where I knew I was the mom of a teenager. It was one morning before school. My kid is a morning person. He does not get that from me.
“Hey Mom,” he texted. “Good morning.”
“Um, son? I can see you in the living room,” I said. “You don’t have to text me good morning. I can see you sitting on the sofa from my bedroom.”
Needless to say, he never made that mistake again. Since then, I am greeted with a physical smile and good morning from now on.
This mom gig isn’t always easy, especially when you have a teenager. A teenager who fails to tell you what is going on until an hour before it happens.
Anyone else have one of them in your house?
“Hey Mom. I have a choir concert.”
“OK. Cool. When?”
“I have to be there at 6:30.”
“Sweet. What day?”
Note: The time is 5:39 p.m. and I’m mowing my grandmother’s yard. And yes, I went to this concert covered in grass clippings.
But I know I’m not alone. There is one plus of social media and that’s other clueless moms keeping us even more clueless moms in the loop. Somewhat.
When Evan pulls these types of stunts I usually follow it up with a small lecture of being respectful of people’s time and the need to plan and schedule things.
And then four days later:
“Hey Mom. I have that 4-H class I have to do.”
“OK. Cool. When?”
“It starts at 10 a.m.”
“OK. What day is it?”
“It’s today. Sorry. I forgot until my phone told me about it. “
Check clock: 9:21 a.m. Saturday morning.
Like really? C’mon son!
So if I look like I rolled out of bed sometimes, it’s usually because I had, in fact, just rolled out of bed to get the boy to his last minute event on time. Again.
So I dropped him off at his 4-H meeting and waited until he texted me he was done with his class to pick him up.
Now, I’m a big proponent of learning a lesson the hard way.
So after Evan managed to inform me of his planned activities at the last minute twice in one week, I knew I had to put an end to this if not for my own sanity.
The boy loves BW3s. Loves it. He had asked if we could grab lunch after his 4-H meeting. You know, the one with less than an hour notice and requires mandatory attendance.
So after I picked him up I began to drive towards his favorite restaurant. We don’t dine out very often, so it’s truly a treat when we are in town.
So as I approached his favorite place, I kept on driving.
Evan, of course, was confused why I hadn’t turned into BW3’s parking lot.
So I simply explained “I forgot” to make the right hand turn. Huh. Would you look at that. Hmm. Bummer.
And, guess who got four days notice of his band concert next week?
I think we’ll go out to eat afterwards.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there!
“Twin” Melanie Yingst appears weekly in the Troy Daily News. “Hi. My name is Melanie. You can call me Mom” was the first thing she said to Evan when he was born 13 years ago.