Don't You Hate it When Your Mom's Always Right?
Don’t You Hate It When Mom’s Always Right? I Know I Do.
My mother is no different from any other, always harping on and on about “doing this so that doesn’t happen.” In fact she is famous for it. Whoever said, “An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure,” could have been best friends with her. But like any mom, in most situations she is correct. Although my mom telling me over and over to do something preventative is annoying, she does have a point to it and is most always right. One of the most reoccurring examples of “prevention” stems from the fact that I always seem to be cold—in the middle of the summer I might be cocooned in a blanket drinking hot chocolate. Furthermore, I go to temple almost every Friday night and Saturday morning. Occasionally I might miss a few times but I am pretty good about going at least once a weekend. But my temple’s temperature does not always correspond to the weather outside. So my mom says weekly, almost as if on a timer, “Do you have a sweater in case you get cold?” Most of the time I say yah yah and shrug her off, conveniently forgetting to grab my sweater buried on the couch. About half way through services I look at her and she can already tell what I am about to say. “Mom, I’m cold…” Maybe one day I’ll learn to listen to her more consistently; it happens once in a blue moon, and I’ll include grabbing a sweater to my “Let’s Go To Temple” routine. Even though I roll my eyes whenever the suggestion comes up I know that grabbing my sweater beforehand will keep me from getting cold later. It pains me to admit this, but from the few times I actually listened to my mom, she was right. Along with the sweater, on a rainy night I am told to bring my rain jacket. But I prefer to bring as little as possible with me wherever I go (the less there is to forget). And so when mom pronounces, “Grab your rain jacket,” my knee-jerk reaction is to exclaim “I have my umbrella.” I have come to learn though, that umbrella’s only work
My mother is no different from any other, always harping on and on about “doing this so that doesn’t happen.” In fact she is famous for it. Whoever said, “An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure,” could have been best friends with her. But like any mom, in most situations she is correct. Although my mom telling me over and over to do something preventative is annoying, she does have a point to it and is most always right. One of the most reoccurring examples of “prevention” stems from the fact that I always seem to be cold—in the middle of the summer I might be cocooned in a blanket drinking hot chocolate. Furthermore, I go to temple almost every Friday night and Saturday morning. Occasionally I might miss a few times but I am pretty good about going at least once a weekend. But my temple’s temperature does not always correspond to the weather outside. So my mom says weekly, almost as if on a timer, “Do you have a sweater in case you get cold?” Most of the time I say yah yah and shrug her off, conveniently forgetting to grab my sweater buried on the couch. About half way through services I look at her and she can already tell what I am about to say. “Mom, I’m cold…” Maybe one day I’ll learn to listen to her more consistently; it happens once in a blue moon, and I’ll include grabbing a sweater to my “Let’s Go To Temple” routine. Even though I roll my eyes whenever the suggestion comes up I know that grabbing my sweater beforehand will keep me from getting cold later. It pains me to admit this, but from the few times I actually listened to my mom, she was right. Along with the sweater, on a rainy night I am told to bring my rain jacket. But I prefer to bring as little as possible with me wherever I go (the less there is to forget). And so when mom pronounces, “Grab your rain jacket,” my knee-jerk reaction is to exclaim “I have my umbrella.” I have come to learn though, that umbrella’s only work