As a mother, I am accustomed to taking the rap for things. I've had many a conversation with teachers, grocery managers, checkout operators and youth leaders attempting to readjust their opinion of me, formed from the unfortunate choice of words my children have used. Like... "My mother told me if I didn't finish cleaning my room, I would not be allowed to eat for a week. That's why I don't have any lunch."
And, "My mother gives me so many chores... scrubbing the floors and toilets, walls and ceilings, that I don't have time for homework."
And, "I was going to hand in the $20 I found on the deli counter at Albertsons but my mother wanted it."
This is the one that had me on the phone for half an hour: "My mother told me to hit back. It's called 'self-defence'."
This is my all time favourite delivered to the school counselor... "I got this (horrendous black and purple) bruise from walking into a door. My mother didn't hit me or anything." (The child walked INTO a DOOR.)
This doesn't mean that the kids don't stick up for me at times. I have overheard C telling someone that I make a pretty good loaf of banana bread... "It tastes good, if you ignore the hard brown bits and if she uses real sugar not that fake stuff, and if she doesn't put that organic muck in it... it's not that bad."
My reputation is completely shot and it's my children's fault.
"Did you make this mum?"