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    Thursday, September 14, 2006

    Because I Said So!


    I'm a child of the Fifties and Sixties. Parents didn't aspire to be friends with their kids in those days, they were simply The Parents. And in my house that meant when my father said "Jump", all he wanted to hear in return was, "How high?"

    I'm a questioner by nature, but whenever I'd question one of Daddy's edicts, he'd just level his vivid blue eyes on me and say, "Because I said so." It drove me nuts and I swore that when I had kids I'd never say that to them.

    I didn't, either. . .until one day when my son was maybe eleven or twelve years old. He'd spent what felt like hours following me around the house, restless and bored and generally getting on my last good nerve. Finally, fed up with one "Why?" too many I snapped, "Because I said so!"

    My inner teenager immediately started howling in horror for sounding Just Like Dad. But before I could so much as smack myself on the forehead my sweet baby boy blinked at me, said, "Oh. Okay," then wandered off to entertain himself.

    And I realized that Dad had been onto something all those years.

    How about you? Did you have a pet peeve with a parental
    edict that you swore you'd never do when you became a parent yourself? And how did that work out for you?

    25 Comments:

    Anonymous Ranurgis said...

    Well, after living with my mother for a while as a grownup, when she sometimes treated me as simple-minded: "Now, are you sure you didn't put the ice-cream cartons on top of the cake I've got on a plate in the freezer?" I vowed to treat my children as adults when they got to be my age.

    The sad thing is that I knew even at that time that I would never have any! Sigh! Talk about empty promises.

    She also always told me not to baby her grandchildren if they fell and hurt themselves a little. Well, who was there first to say, "Oh, does it hurt? Auntie "R" shouldn't have let you do that."

    9:58 PM  
    Blogger Karibear said...

    Too many peeves and frustrations to count. What I did with my own kids, when I was boggled about WHAT to do, was ask myself what my mother would have done and then do just the opposite. Must have worked, they're both great - self-confident and self-supporting adults, and thoughtful of others.

    11:26 PM  
    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    Can“t say I remember any particulars regarding childrearing that I objected to. I was never much for creating drama and liked it best when I was on my own.
    However, I never had any kids of my own so the question is kind of moot.

    12:50 AM  
    Blogger DFender said...

    Aw, c'mon... every parental edict was a problem when I was a child... and now those same edicts spring from my mouth to my own.

    My Mom thinks it's hysterically funny...lol.

    I did try using explanations when I told the kids "NO" when they were little. I wanted them to feel more "included" in the decision making. Even if their opinion did nothing to change my own. That routine lasted until the teenage years. Whatta joke. "Cuz I said so" and "Not one more word" were oh-so-common during those years...lol.

    Thanks, Susan... very funny to remember these things.

    Deb

    3:07 AM  
    Blogger Stella said...

    Where to start?
    Mother: "Make me some tea."
    Stella: Scurries around to produce tea and take a tray into the sitting room.
    Mother: "If that's not hot you can take it back and start over.

    Mother: "Make me some toast.
    Stella: Scurries off to make toast and carries to sitting room on a place.
    Mother: "If the butter doesn't go all the way to the crusts, you'd better make sure it does. And you know I hate cold toast."

    I got put down before I even finished delivering the offering.

    Resulgt: I fall over myself to be polite and grateful to my children for any kindness. They probably get very bored with my gushing.

    So what--to any of it? I survived mean Mother and my children will probably survive their mother's frantic compensation.

    Cheers, Stella
    Still not really here, still not saying more on the subject.

    Susan your blogs always wiggle my puzzler and that's a good thing--thank you.

    4:53 AM  
    Blogger Cbell said...

    My mom always let me know that she was right up there with God in the omniscient(sp?) department. Not only did I get the "Because I said so" on what felt like an hourly basis... but she let me know there was NOTHING that I did that she wouldn't find out about it! And it turns out she was right.

    She was one of only two piano teachers in town and so everybody knew her... and subsequently her kids. Which meant her "minions" could call whenever I was somewhere questionable (parking at the lake with my boyfriend, perhaps?) I finally got tired of getting home to her tapping her foot and staring me down and HER telling ME what I had been doing that I began the "honesty is the best policy".

    That meant when I had a midnight curfew on Saturday night I kept it. The curfew said that I was to be home at 12:00am, and I didn't miss that curfew. But one Sunday morning my mother asked me what time I got home. "What time did I get home, or what time did I come in the house? I got home at midnight. I came inside at 4:00 a.m."

    She didn't want to know what I had been doing during that time, and she never questioned me again! Ha!

    6:40 AM  
    Blogger btuda said...

    I'm a step-mom and my step-son was seven when I married his dad. Talk about jumping out of the plane after the parachute. The biggest thing that comes to mind was the time I pointed to the open front door (with the air conditioning running) and shouted, "Were you born in a barn?" I looked at my husband in horror, and he just laughed. Yup, I sounded just like my dad.

    My father is such a character that all bad puns are Dad-isms. And they just can't be bad. They have to be groaners. And every once in a while I think he works for ShoeBox cards, which in our family are called, "Dad Cards."

    10:25 AM  
    Blogger Kris said...

    I remember my dad as being very removed from us kids. It wasn't that he didn't love us, but he really didn't show it. He was more of the type to keep his distance in order to preserve the authority figure image.

    I always told myself that I would lavish my kids with praise, love, kisses, and all the things I felt I had missed out on when I was young.

    10:49 AM  
    Blogger Estella said...

    I am right there with you on,"Because I said so."

    11:25 AM  
    Blogger Devonna said...

    I completely relate with you on the "Because I said so" thing. And I swear, I've morphed into my mother ~ not that that's a bad thing. The older I've gotten, the more I love and appreciate her. But my inner child, the one who said "I'm never going to do that to my child" screams in mortification every time I say it.

    1:37 PM  
    Blogger Linda said...

    I also vowed never to use that dreaded phrase "because I told you so" to any child. This lasted until my middle niece turned 4. After what seemed like the 50th "why" in a row to a simple request to put on her shoes "because I told you so" suddenly looked a whole lot better.

    I have since heard that phrase uttered by all 3 of my nieces to their children. I have come to believe that this is just one of many stock "parent" phrases that passed the test of time will be in the lexicon of parenting forever.

    3:25 PM  
    Blogger Stella said...

    cbell: Can't resist some response to your comment.

    I was the mom who knew everything, not because people told me but because I asked. And I also have an odd connection to my children, and I mean odd. I made telephone calls because I "feel" something and there's usually a problem.

    Our middle daughter suffered most because of her mom's radar, as she called it. I recall getting up in the early hours of the morning because I awoke with a conviction of disaster. Immediately I went to the rec room where daughter was having a "sleep over" and wasn't a bit surprised to see one teary-eyes teenager awake and huddled on a couch.

    That girl looked into my eyes, bawled, and I arrived at the scene of the crime at the same time as the police.

    T-peing a house is stupid but it's stupidly accepted as even a little "cute." Breaking eggs on cars--ruining paint--writing unkind things about the student who lived there, really unkind things in lipstick, didn't bring the word "cute," to mind.

    These events do teach lessons if parents avoid defending their children and getting mad with the angry victims because they dared to complain.

    Unfortunately, my children are well grown and I still have presentements, which is a strain:)

    Fortunately, we've passed the egg and lipstick phase.

    Cheers, Stella

    4:12 PM  
    Blogger cate said...

    My mom didn't use "because I said so" as much as she used, "wait til your father gets home"! Good cop-bad cop comes to mind. They made a great team though. I didn't realize dad was really putty until I was almost out of the house! All those lost opportunities-sheesh.

    6:33 PM  
    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    I don't have kids of my own - not going to either but that's a different topic entirely.

    My mom was one of the ones who always knew. She busted more than one party (esp for trouble?) and happily told one angry parent to "kick her son's *ss".

    As for me, I never gave myself credit for being too clever but now when the discussion of teenage pranks arise I'm amazed how many times she says "I didn't know you did that" or "you were in on that?". So I guess she knew the general but not the specifics.

    Hee, Hee.

    Zeusly

    8:38 PM  
    Blogger Lori Foster said...

    Well, I can think of plenty of things I do just like my mother, because she was pretty smart about a lot of things.
    But one thing I know I do differently is that I apologize to my kids when I'm wrong. She saw that as a loss of power or respect or something. But I don't mind saying, "Oops, so sorry!" In fact, I'm forced to do it often. LOL.

    When I'm not feeling well, and I look in a mirror, I say, "Hi Ruby," because I look JUST like my mother. Scary! LOL

    Hope you all have a fabulous weekend! HUGS!
    Lori

    3:47 AM  
    Blogger Monica Burns said...

    Ahh, this post brought back memories. Because I said so was my pet peeve too. I'm lucky, I've only used it a couple of times, primarily because I remember that when I asked Why? as a child I really did want a logical reason why. If Mom and Dad had at least given me a reason it wouldn't have felt like brush-off. So I work hard to remember that every time I talk to my two girls (16&9). The times when I've slipped have been when I was too tired to come up with a logical answer.

    Someone mentioned the "Wait until your father Gets home" saying. That statement coming from my Mom was like a death sentence. My Dad was German, tough as nails, brook no argument kind of guy. I would always go pray for God to just go ahead and take me right then and there because death was preferable to what Dad was going to do to me. LOL

    Thanks for the memories and the reaffirmation that I'm working hard to keep up the promises to myself from when I was a kid.

    6:35 AM  
    Blogger Cbell said...

    Oh... I hope I wasn't coming across as not appreciating my mother's interference in my life! Nothing could be further from the truth! I loved that she meddled and she kept me in line! I understood early on in my life that her cohorts were "tattling" out of an abundance of caution and love that a young teen usually can't fathom at the time!

    No... I am a mirror image of my mother, even though I don't have children. I am that way with my nieces and nephew... and those kids all know that I'll find out what they're up to before they can confess it!

    Now, I understand the joy of my mother's confidence when I'm the right one! Ha!

    8:48 AM  
    Blogger farmwifetwo said...

    I suspect I'm more like my parents than I wish to admit.

    But I do laugh at myself regularly when I do the laundry. Did you know there was a correct way to fold towels. That the ridge along the ends must be on the inside. It's automatic, I simply fold towels the correct way. My dh is impressed at the speed and squareness of my "hospital" corners on the beds... I'm certain there are others.... :)

    11:05 AM  
    Blogger susan andersen said...

    Aw, thanks, everyone for all the great reminiscences. I'M the one who used to yell "Wait til Dad gets home" to my brothers. I used to lock myself in the bathroom screaming that on when they got on a tear. He was the best deterrent going. :)

    5:16 PM  
    Blogger susan andersen said...

    Testing. My photograph thingie won't work so i'm trying it with the share profile enabled. We'll see if that makes a difference.

    5:18 PM  
    Anonymous Janga said...

    I am usually a lurker. (I posted once before, I think) But this blog brought my parents so vividly to mind that I could nor resist commenting. My mother's favorite and most effective line when I was caught in some misdemeanor was "I'm so disappointed; I expected better of you." It worked better than grounding.

    My dad used to drive me crazy when I was late with, "Young lady, do you know what time it is?" I longed but never dared to say,"Yes, Daddy, it's 1:07 a. m." His other crazy-making line, which I have never used, was reserved for those times when we disagreed about what I could wear, whom I could date, where I could go; it always ended the arguments. "As long as you live in my house and put your feet under my table, you will not . . ." My dad was actually a gentle man, but protecting his daughters through their teen years made him a bit growly at times.

    8:02 PM  
    Blogger Lori Foster said...

    Fun stuff. I thought of something else my mother always said. "I've made so many mistakes, I could Taj Mahal."
    But... she could never (or would never) actually name any of those mistakes. ;-)
    My boys have started telling me the stories of me already! I told them that's not fair, that they're supposed to tell each other, not ME!
    LOL.
    Happy Sunday everyone.
    HUGS,

    Lori

    4:21 AM  
    Blogger Stella said...

    Two more sayings come back:

    "We'll see" and "It's not nice to ask for things."

    The first was the response to most requests to do something. Once this was said I absolutely must not repeat the request or the answer would be "no." It was often, "yes."

    The second was awful. Broken down it meant: If you ask you don't get and if you don't ask they don't know what you want anyway:)

    I am impressed with my daughter and son-in-law's child-rearing. They never raise their voices and they are so reasonable:)

    Stella

    7:14 AM  
    Blogger Donna said...

    I always said that I would NEVER< EVER< EVER< say this phrase..."do you think you're Miss Astor?" Heck until I was about sixteen and popped off, I didn't even know who Miss Astor was.
    Hmm. A side note to self. Don't ever say the words "who is Miss Astor" when Mom is pissed. Even today she can make me cringe when she gets going. Brother.

    3:27 PM  
    Anonymous carol cutrer said...

    my mother was awful about slapping us in the face when she got mad so when I started having my family I promised that not one of them would feel a slap on their face from me and after racing 5 I`m surprised it never happened and now at 61 it is one of my best memories that I never lowered myself do that(pat my own back)
    Carol

    8:33 PM  

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