Worst Mom EVER Club!!!

Yes, you read that title right.  I am a member of the "Worst Mom EVER Club."  What, you never heard of it?  Then clearly you do not have a child.  Or at least not one that knows how to verbalize their ever growing frustration at your unwillingness to allow them to nearly kill themselves on a near constant basis.

This tale has been told for centuries.  Passed down generation after generation.  Knowing moms, aunts, sisters, and grandmother's nodding their heads in understanding.  They've been there...likely with you, or an all knowing sibling.

That is where I am at with my 6 year old son.  He is absolutely sure that I am positively the worst mom "EVER."  And, yes, he often speaks the whole sentence in a reasonable tone while he yells the "ever" for emphasis.  Just so I know about his vast experience with mom's around the entire world.

And, just so we are clear, in the life according to Corbin, I am the leader of this club.

We've all been there.  Our kids are attempting to do something dangerous, and we stop them.  Heck, it doesn't even have to be anything dangerous.  It could be just a simple no to something they want...an object, a task, food, the list goes on and on.  All of a sudden we are the meanest mom, which ultimately lands us into "The Club."

Today my crime was nothing so dire that Mr. Corbin would have perished had I allowed it.  But it was a breach of our established rules.

Ahhh, yes, rules.  We all have them.  Some of our rules are the same, like "we do NOT hit."  Some of them are different.  It's all a manner of different parenting styles, values, and beliefs.

We have a rule about video games.  This is one of those topics where every house has those rules, and they are wide and varied.  Some houses say absolutely no video games, end of story.  Some houses limit them.

I allow video games, but I limit them.  I limit them to only 1 hour of the day once a day.  If they play for less then 1 hour, oh well, they are given the opportunity to play for up to 1 hour once a day.  And Corbin being 6 has the added benefit of being required to also read a minimum of 2 books in order to earn this privilege as well (just the BOB books.  There is no reading of Tom Sawyer in order to play 1 hour of video games....although, hmmmm...just kidding).

This day Corbin read his prerequisite books and then some.  He also played his 1 hour of game time.  And he's at that age where he milks that hour.  My daughter, I can still get away with giving her the 1 hour and she is done after 10 minutes and is completely fine with that.  But not Corbin, he will play all of that hour and try to milk it for just. one. more. second. not. quite. finished. please. just. this. one....*sigh* "fine!!!!"

And sometimes, he tries to get tricky.  These are tricks that I'm not even supposed to realize are tricks.

He pulls out his BOB books on my Kindle and proceeds to read a full series of them.  I think there is like 6 or 7 of these books in a series.  And he reads them ALL to me.  I think to myself, how awesome is my kid, reading books on his own without any prodding from me, I have such an amazing kid.

Hahahaha, that's until I learn the real reason.

"Mom, can I play a game?"

It should come to no surprise, based on our rules, that I said no to this.

"Awww, but I read a lot of books."

When my answer continues to be no for the next five hours (well it was more like 10 minutes, but it sure felt like 5 hours) I was metamorphosized into the "Worst Mom EVER!!!"

The first time my son called me the worst mom, it broke my heart.  I was absolutely devastated.  I mean, I love that kid to my very core, and he is so upset about my actions that he has deemed me as the worst mom ever.

The more time goes by, the more I have to tell him no for one reason or another, the more he tells me, the more I realize I am doing it right.

So, if you are here, and you've been inducted into the "Worst Mom EVER Club", welcome!!!.  Grab yourself a glass of lemonade, or some wine if you prefer (I won't judge...Worst Mom EVER Club is a judgment free club), pull up a chair, and know that your newly found status is an indication that you're doing it right.  Congratulations!!!