Now that's a mom
Jul. 11th, 2016 01:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
justalurkrNever having given birth, I have no idea what people get up to in the delivery ward or behind closed doors with the midwife or wherever mom-to-be happens-to-be when "it's crowning!!" gets said, but it's clearly something because y'all moms are different.
My personal mom was out here for eight or nine weeks over my noticeably mild objections taking care of me in my time of broken legness. Here are some highlights:
1. No lectures while she's down, Mom told Dad. She's got a broken leg and now is not the time.
(Mom lasted, like, 52 minutes after arrival on that one before the state of my apartment overcame her.)
2. No cleaning will be done. The child (I am 54, btw) said she had the professionals in and Mom has said the last two times she helped shovel this place out never again.
Mom not only cleaned everything in sight, she uncovered stuff and (to her credit) let the professionals clean that. Mom, who thinks prepping is survivalism and some of the most paranoid waste of time and money possible and who is definitely NOT a prepper, organized my preps. Without throwing any of them away. All the water stuff is in one corner, emergency food is in the coat closet, shelter-y type stuff is in a crate and small things she wasn't sure about are in a stacking shelf set by type of doodad as far as she could tell. (edited to add: the judgiest Mom got was "how many knives does one human being need?" Me: "would you rather they were firearms?" Mom: "Gottit. All the knives.")
Okay, moms on my flist: come clean. There is a brain altering thing that occurs at delivery. You can tell me. I promise to keep the secret.
My personal mom was out here for eight or nine weeks over my noticeably mild objections taking care of me in my time of broken legness. Here are some highlights:
1. No lectures while she's down, Mom told Dad. She's got a broken leg and now is not the time.
(Mom lasted, like, 52 minutes after arrival on that one before the state of my apartment overcame her.)
2. No cleaning will be done. The child (I am 54, btw) said she had the professionals in and Mom has said the last two times she helped shovel this place out never again.
Mom not only cleaned everything in sight, she uncovered stuff and (to her credit) let the professionals clean that. Mom, who thinks prepping is survivalism and some of the most paranoid waste of time and money possible and who is definitely NOT a prepper, organized my preps. Without throwing any of them away. All the water stuff is in one corner, emergency food is in the coat closet, shelter-y type stuff is in a crate and small things she wasn't sure about are in a stacking shelf set by type of doodad as far as she could tell. (edited to add: the judgiest Mom got was "how many knives does one human being need?" Me: "would you rather they were firearms?" Mom: "Gottit. All the knives.")
Okay, moms on my flist: come clean. There is a brain altering thing that occurs at delivery. You can tell me. I promise to keep the secret.
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Date: 2016-07-12 12:58 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-07-12 10:27 am (UTC)Aside from the only child syndrome, Mom also comes from the first generation to do careers, and carries residual "bad mother" guilt of which I take shameless advantage.
You aren't the first, you won't be the last
Date: 2016-07-12 10:23 am (UTC)I don't lend her out, though. Only child syndrome. 😉