I've always considered myself a sort of "tow the line" kind of mom. I really do expect my children to behave in public and to be respectful, caring citizens. I was the mom whose kids eyes would light up like it was Christmas when they got to have soda. They know that we go to Wal-mart to buy things we need, not toys for them and they are ok with that. However, this is the mom that I was BEFORE my world came tumbling down. I have a feeling that things may change a little when I get back home. I may give a whole new meaning to the word "spoiled." Easton makes one little whimper and I pick him up immediately. So, I'm just going to apologize right now for how absolutely ROTTEN this child is going to be.
I imagine myself using this experience as leverage several years down the road:
Teenage Easton: "But, Mom, I just can't. I'm so tired!"
Me: "Oh, really son? You can seize for 24 hours straight, be in a coma for 5 days, re-learn how to sit, talk, walk, etc....but taking out the garbage is just too much for you?"
Each good day we have brings more of these thoughts. I imagine dealing with an incredibly spoiled, entitled, 'pain in the butt' child for years to come. And each time I have that thought it is immediately followed by, "I pray to God that I get the chance to be that miserable."