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Things My Mother Told Me That Turned Out to Be True

You would never admit it growing up and swore it wouldn't be true, but just as your mother predicted, she was right about a lot of things.

By Jus L'amorePublished 6 years ago 6 min read
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Oh, Mommy dearest, how often did I doubt you. Not only did I think I was the smartest kid around who knew better than any adult, but back then I truly believed that everything you predicted and advised was wrong. From the boyfriend you assured me was bad news and the shoes you said would kill my feet to the bigger things in life like being a mother, a wife, and an intelligent human being, almost everything you said had some merit to it. That's right, Mom, you aren't reading this wrong, I am here to say the three words you so absolutely deserve to hear: YOU. WERE. RIGHT. Of course, many of life's lessons I had to learn on my own and I do believe that's how children should, but there are those few pieces of wisdom and experiences you lived through that you shared with such strong persuasion that I should have listened to. Here are just a few.

Wait until you have kids.

August 5, 2014

This one doesn't need much explanation. "Wait until you have kids," my mother would say in response to just about anything and everything. Fussing over me, being in my business, constantly worried, kissing me all the time, you name it, and I would sigh and moan and of course roll my eyes and all she would say is, "Wait until you have kids." Now, I fully understand why those five words were used so much, because she was right. Until I had my own children, I never understood the level of love, concern, obsession, and worry I could have for another human being. To top it off, not only do I get it, agree, and apologize, but I am worse than she was! More annoying, fussy, nosey, worried, and affectionate and with no plans of simmering down anytime soon.

Stay out of the sun.

"Stay out of the sun! Wear SPF! Don't go tanning!" — All wise and constant words I heard from my mother growing up and for the most part, I did listen, kind of. Aside from a few Cancun/Wildwood trips where I was lucky I wore a bathing suit let alone sun tan lotion, I never really could stand hours of sun like some of my friends. Now there were those four years of working at a tanning salon where I often battled between knowing it was bad for me but keeping my boss happy by not looking like Casper. But again, I was never this crazy tanner! I may never know the cause but this advice is one I wish I took more seriously and one I will beat into my children's head, because at just 25-years-old I had two surgeries for skin cancer on my face. Luckily it was only basal cell, but still, I had a huge black hole in my face where it was removed and biopsied with a following procedure. Now, as a mother myself, I am an absolute crazy person with the sun. My son was able to go to sunny Mexico and come home whiter than he was when we left. Don't laugh, I hold pride in that. Skin is so delicate and they say one bad burn as a child doubles your chances for skin cancer as an adult.

One day, you will miss school.

I loved skipping school in high school and, not to toot my own horn, I was good at it, even going as far as calling in my absence by pretending to be my mother and despite getting caught, doing it again and again. I remember her pleading with me to knock it off and screaming, "one day you are going to wish you were back in high school!" Yeah, freaking right mom, NEVER! Well, it turns out she was right again. What I would do for just one day back in high school (the pretty years, not the freshman brace face phase). To be passing notes in class, kissing my boyfriend at his locker, class trips, spring break, and, of course, prom. I swear if I had a time machine, a visit back to good old Freehold Boro would be high on my list trips.

Stop rushing life away.

I remember at the young age of 6 or 7 wishing to be older so I could ride my bike with my brothers. Then I remember around 11-years-old wishing to be 13 so I could get my period and start growing some tatas. That's right, folks, I wished to bleed and carry around a big pair of boobs. Fast forward 20 years and now I get my period more than most and have a DD chest that I despise. And so the pattern continued. I rushed my license, graduation, my virginity, college, so on and so on. I even rushed my children's lives at moments just so a phase would pass. "I can't wait until he doesn't eat every three hours at night. I can't wait 'til he can crawl. I can't wait for her to go to preschool." Luckily, I take conscious note of this now, because as you would guess, I would kill to have my teeny tiny babies back. So for all you new mothers, take this mother's advice and stop rushing your life away.

Save your money.

This is more for my papa dukes because since the day I could legally work with a working permit, he made me. I also did chores for money, like paint the garage and basement, wash the cars, and pick weeds just for a few bucks so I could go out with my friends. He warned me to save. Save, save, and then save some more. While there were many years where there was no such thing as saving but rather surviving, I now see why. With my husband being an Options Trader and I a blogger, some months are better than others. The good months we have fun, probably too much fun, but we always put away a nice chunk. Thank God we do because on the not-so-good months, it is that savings that gets us through until the next. I have become so obsessed with our savings account that I actually like to pretend it's non-existent; this way we are never tempted to use unless absolutely necessary. So thank you, Daddy, for my obsessive compulsive savings disorder.

Once you have children, you will never sleep again.

This was something I always assumed would happen once I had a newborn baby, but never did I think I would still be this exhausted six years later. The scary part is, my mom didn't even begin telling me this until I was a teenager, when I started talking to boys, going out with my friends, and of course, driving. Sure, the twelve times I snuck out didn't do her snoozing any good but regardless I get it now. Whether it was worrying about SIDS, sicknesses, teething, or nightmares, I see NO end in sight when it comes to being exhausted. Next it will be sports and friends then puberty and girls followed by driving and sex. So, yes Mommy, you were right, and I now get why you were so moody all the time.

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Jus L'amore

Sometimes offensive yet mostly sweet. Always honest and often vulgar. I'm a wife, MILF, and everyone's homey. From trends and sex to mom life and fitness, I tell it how it is and not how it should be.

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