My qualifications as a curmudgeon
In the interests of full disclosure, I suppose I must admit that I am, in fact, the meanest mother in our county. Most recently for:
- making my daughter carry her own sweatshirt while we were on a walk together; and
- not meeting my daughter's schoolbus outside with an umbrella (as I did in her younger days), so that last week she had to (actually, she got to!) run the 20 yards to our garage through the rain (and preliminary scientific evidence suggests that she did not, in fact, melt).
And I am not trying to win any popularity contests. And I don't care what the other parents say or what the other kids are doing. And yes, I do sound just like my mother, bless her heart. And so may you sound just like your mother someday, if you are incredibly fortunate. So in the meantime, deal with it.