I was the first of three children born in a 22-month span (my mother was a good Catholic once upon a time). When my parents split up and mom went back to work in my early teens, I was the responsible kid put in charge for things like after-school supervision and vain attempts to prevent wild parties on weekends. My brother’s nickname for me? Mama Two. (It was most definitely not a compliment.) Being bossy was not my friend, and it didn’t win me any points.
…fast-forward several years…
While talking with friends online about parenting strategies, especially from the perspective of a single parent, I uttered the words:
Around here, I have active input on all decisions, and my whim is law.
I meant it to be half-serious and a knee-jerk reaction to the fact that, in many ways, my life right now doesn’t feel very controlled or self-directed. So if I can assert some control somewhere, why not?
But the line sparked a reaction of sorts. My friend Terry wants it embroidered on a needlepoint pillow. And it’s become a rallying cry of sorts as I attempt to take a bit more control back.
Let’s see if being bossy works for me this time around…