Oh no, it is happening to me. Those drastic 4 words you swore would never happen… I’m Becoming My Mother! Oh Lord, help me! I can hear it now. Younger me fighting with my mom and the argument you just couldn’t beat was “Because I am your mom and I said so!” Dead in your tracks. What do you do? Well, if you were like me you reply with a smug “I am NEVER going to say that to MY kids!” I’m here to call my own B.S.
If you have ever raised a toddler/preschooler, you know it all starts then. The endless questions of “why?”
But why mommy? Because the baby doesn’t need to eat broccoli. But why not mommy? I made that for you, it is part of your dinner. Why? Broccoli is good for you, it will make you grow big and strong. Why? God made it full of good stuff just for us, now eat your dinner. Why? To make you big and strong. Bunnies like broccoli, don’t you want to be able to hop like a bunny? The baby wants to hop like a bunny. The baby can’t eat your broccoli, you need to. Why? BECAUSE I SAID SO NOW EAT!
It doesn’t always come with little ones either. I have reverted to those forbidden words with older children. He doesn’t think it is his turn to empty the dishwasher. She doesn’t want to brush her hair or teeth. He thinks his room looks fine with an unmade bed and dirty socks on the floor. She thinks the pink zebra leggings under the red and black skirt with purple tunic top is perfect for the family picture. He thinks shorts and tank top go perfectly with a 25 degree day. She swears she will eat the hamburger in the cafeteria so she doesn’t have to take her lunch even though she hasn’t touched one in… like… EVER! Oh how the list could go on, and on, and on.
Is it really so bad then? “Because I said so.” You are the mom, after all. You make the rules. You have been charged with teaching them, caring for them and keeping them safe. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think it should be the first thing out your mouth (in most cases, but not all). However, when it comes down to it, you have explained and listened to their argument, it is YOUR CALL! You are judge and jury, grand poo-ba, over-seer of all things fair and unfair within your home. You are MOM and they should eat the broccoli, clean their rooms and leave each other alone BECAUSE YOU SAID SO! After all, my mom did end up doing a pretty bang up job raising me. What is so bad about being a little like her?