It all started the day my youngest son told me he had a question for me. Ask away! I told him.
"Mom, why is it that when YOU are cold, I am the one who has to wear a jacket?"
I thought a moment and then the answer came to me. "It's in the Mother's Handbook, son."
"What is the Mother's Handbook? Can I see it?"
"It is a book that lists the things we mothers are supposed to say and do in certain situations. And no, you cannot see it. It is for mothers only."
"Oh."
Aha. I finally had the answer to all those "why" questions that children ask that we do not really have an answer for or we just do not want to answer it. I mean, I could say, Because I said so. But I never really liked that.
So, over the years the Mother's Handbook came in quite handy.
"Why do you always tell me to eat my vegetables?"
"Why do I always have to go to bed earlier than ALL my friends?"
"Why do you make me do my homework before I can watch TV?"
"Why don't you let me watch MTV?"
Of course, my boys caught onto the fact pretty quickly that there was not a Mother's handbook. But that was OK. It still answered their question - It is just a mother's thing, son. And she isn't going to change her mind.
And as they got older -
"Why do you make me have a curfew?"
"Why do I have to get a good report card in order to play football?"
"Why do you always wait up for me when I go out at night?"
And then there were the times when I knew they were not my little boys anymore:
"Mom, why did you cry when I left home?"
Sigh. "It's in the Mother's Handbook, son."
"I know, Mom. I know."
Now that my two boys are grown and both married, I do not say those words much any more. However the other day my husband asked me, "Why do you like driving me crazy?"
Aha.
"It's in the Wife's Handbook, hon."