Tonight at dinner I found out that I have apparently graduated from the "Meanest Mom in the World" to the "Creepiest Mom in the World." I am not sure if that is really a bad thing either. For the past 15 years, there have been many times in which I have been accused of being mean. Usually this "being mean" involves responsible parenting. Examples would be having a child clean their room, do chores, finish homework, act appropriately or even *Gasp* accept responsibility for their actions while they are in trouble. I have been very deserving of this title and have worked diligently at earning and living up to the role. It took many years of training.
I have also found out that there are other mothers out there who may also qualify as the "Meanest Mom in the World." To them I say "Excellent Job!" It is rather difficult to have the title stick. This mother may have earned it in her child's eyes but other mom's out there are raising our glasses of wine at night when the kids are in bed and saying "Cheers" and "Here! Here!" Ma'am we applaud you!!
What has transpired tonight is a bit different. One that I had never pondered. One that I never knew I would be proud of holding. Yet it is now here. I have become the "Creepiest Mom in the World". I do not remember the last time I was so verklempt by such an honor. It will be difficult to give my acceptance speech. However, I will persevere and wade through the emotions that overcome me at this time of recognition.
I always thought a creepy mom would look like this:
(Although, I must note, that Ann Coulter is always creepy) Or, a creepy mom would look like this:
What have I done to begat this fame? I informed my son that yes, he could indeed go hang out with his friends, however, I may at any time come and check on him. Yep, that is right. I confirmed that at any given moment in time, I may shatter his reality of coolness by verifying his whereabouts by making a public appearance. It doesn't mean that I will. It doesn't mean I will show up at the library when he is "studying."
It doesn't mean I will be peeking on him as he is walking downtown or through neighborhoods with his peers.
Or even making a discreet stop at the mall.
It simply means that when he tells me that he will be somewhere I will reserve the right to follow up and verify that he is there. If he is truly going to be participating in whatever event he has told me then it should be no big deal. BUT, if he isn't truthful and has different intentions then I guess it would be terrifying and possibly creepy.
Oh well, I don't mind being creepy. At least I know where my kids are.
