…I’ll give you something to cry about!

I vividly remember being in the fifth grade, sitting in the cafeteria with my friends, swapping stories about the crazy things our parents said. The most popular shared saying amongst us was, “If you don’t stop your crying, I’ll give you something to cry about!” Of course this was back in the day before time-out. Heck this was before car seats and seat belts were mandatory. There was a long list of things we all agreed we would never, ever say to our own children. You know the children I swore I would never, ever have. Yeah, them.

The other day I can’t remember exactly what I said to my son as I handed him his football practice get-up but he responded by rolling his eyes at me. My blood boiled over and my initial response was to say, “Boy, I brought you into this world and I will take you out of it.” But because that was on the list of things I would never say, I opted to crazily say something that went like this:

“Don’t you dare roll your eyes. Are you crazy? You have nerve disrespecting the person you need to tie your cleats, lace up your practice pants and strap your shoulder pads. Not to mention drive youto and from practices and games. Do. You. Under. Stand. Me?…Yes?…Yes Mom.”

I walked away muttering to myself something about how my child had done lost his mind and craving a Coors. Then it happened. I had a, “Whoa!” moment. You know the moment you realize that not only are you really a parent but you have become a version of your own parents. The version you swore you would never be.

Then I got to thinking maybe we need a little more crazy out of parents these days. When I was growing up we treated people with respect. We always addressed adults by Mr. or Mrs. (insert last name). We looked people in the eyes during a conversation and always used our manners. Why? Because if we didn’t we got the wrath of a crazy parent.

Parents back then weren’t concerned with being their child’s friend. No. They were concerned with raising respectful, productive adults. I’m not saying we should have our child go pick out their own switch or anything. What I am saying is that maybe, just maybe we could start acting like parents again.

What crazy thing do you remember your parents saying to you?

Have you had your own “Whoa, I am my parent.” moment? 

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