Meddlin' Mama

I hired out Quinn to a neighbor. He was offered a job to pick up sticks in the yard for two bucks. I told him he should go. Anything's better than watching TV all afternoon, right? Well, that wasn't his opinion. After hanging up the phone (thankfully), he yelled, "Mom! When are you going to stop meddling in my life?!"

(Hmmm....."meddling." Nice verb.)

I have his response right here:

NEVER!! Mothers never stop meddling in their children's lives - not as long as they are making their suppers and tying their shoes and making their beds and combing their hair and folding their clothes. Not as long as they are driving them to basketball practice and taking them on playdates and buying them ice cream and dragging them to church. Not even when their kids are grown with children of their own. Not even after they die. How's that, you ask? Because even when I die, you will be saying these exact same things to your children (if there is such a thing as karma) and remembering that I said them to you in the self-same way on a day so long ago.