I Told You So.

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I told you so!” 

Don’t you just want to say nah, nah, na, booby when someone says that to you? Of course you do. I do. So, you must too. It’s that awful moment when you know you’ve made a mistake and some other person thinks they’re smarter or better than you and is about to point out that ugly truth. Go ahead and say nah, nah, na, booby to me. Go ahead. ‘Cause I’m about to say, “I TOLD YOU SO” to you.

Well, not all of you. Just a few (what few? Tons) of you who told me to let Noodge 2 die her hair blue. Do you remember that conversation? If not, or if you missed our discussion, you can check it out here and get up to speed.

About a week or two ago I was in the car with the kids driving them to one of the hundreds of places they need to go to during the week. I don’t even remember what brought the conversation up, but Noodge 2 sat in the back flipping through her phone. Noodge 1 sat in the front probably knee deep in some music playing through those earbuds that are now a permanent extension of his ears. (Which you can see now because he cut his long hair.) When Noodge 2 says, “Mom, you were right. I’m glad you didn’t let me die my hair blue. That would have been awful.”

Yes, you read that correctly.

I thought the heavens had opened up and angels were singing. I was right??? Of course, I was right. She would’ve looked ridiculous with blue hair and I didn’t care that hair grows back and what’s the big deal? She has beautiful very dark brown hair that would’ve been ruined if she tried to die it blue not to mention in four weeks time she would’ve had dark brown roots. And looked more ridiculous.

There are plenty of times when I don’t know the answer to a request one of my children makes. I’m constantly weighing the choices. How much freedom do you give without giving too much too soon? I struggle daily with my role of mother and trying to do the right thing without screwing up too much. But sometimes, I’m certain and no blue hair was one of those times. So, thank you for your input, but I told you so!

Recently, Noodge 1 asked if he could spend the weekend with a new friend at this friend’s lake house. My answer? After I was done laughing? Absolutely not. I had met this friend only once. The young man barely muttered two words. Common for some teenage boys. Noodge didn’t know where the lake house was located or what they would be doing while staying there. And the boy’s father would be the only parent present. You do know that 95% of pedophiles around the world are men, right?

Here’s my source:

• Nearly all the offenders in sexual assaults reported to law enforcement were male (96%).
Sexual Assault of Young Children as Reported to Law Enforcement, 7/00, NCJ 182990, U.S. Department of Justice

That decision was an easy one. Not going. End of story. Oh, and did I mention, no adult had discussed this idea with me or the Coffee King? For all I know, the friend’s dad didn’t even know about the invitation. Either way, the answer was still no. I don’t care how old Noodge is. When he lives on his own he can do what he wants. While we’re footing the bill, he answers to us. And he wasn’t going away with total strangers for a weekend.

When the kids were little I used to think things would get easier as they grew, but nothing gets easier. It just changes. The challenges are different. Instead of trying to find the best way to potty train or learn to ride a bike, I’m dodging questions about blue hair, Victoria Secret underwear, and weekend getaways with Jeffrey Dahmer. Okay, kidding, it’s probably not that bad. Having an over active imagination doesn’t help them any. I’ll tell you that.

And some day I’ll look back and miss this craziness. Then it will be your turn to tell me “I told you so.”

 

 

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6 thoughts on “I Told You So.

  1. Loved this post, Stacey! Funny, earlier today Hubby and I drove past Buffalo Wild Wings and I thought about how many times we grumped when Younger Son asked us to drive him to or from there–now he drives himself, and yes, I miss it, lol.

    Mine are 19 and 17–Older Son is always talking about tattoos. (I no like those.) He’s old enough to do what he wants, I suppose, but I keep asking him to wait until his ma gets called by the big guy in the alternate universe before doing so. (His girlfriend, a newly minted hairdresser, however, has hair that started a deep, rich brown. She’s gone silver, magenta, green, turquoise and most recently, purple. (Older Son helps her dye her hair–I suppose that makes for a good boyfriend, lol.)

    Hope all is well with you! Be well!

  2. Welcome back! I’ve missed your comments. Thank you for the kind words about the post. I remind myself every morning during the school year when I’m banging on the bathroom door to tell Noodge 1 get out or he’ll miss the bus not to get upset. He’s going to college soon and I’m going to want to bang on that door. Hopefully, I restrain myself from driving to the college dorm to do so. LOL!!!!

    1. Don’t touch your beautiful red hair!! LOL!! You’re not my kid, you can do what you want. 😉 The old adage is true, bigger kids, bigger problems. I thank God I think they’re cute! Thank you for your constant support of my blog. I am eternally grateful. Namaste

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