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Growing up. - don't let the bastards grind you down.
taumeson
taumeson
Growing up.
So yesterday I got to chastize my mother....

When you have a child, sometimes you need to tell your parents that they're doing something wrong. For instance, maybe you don't want your kid eating strained peas or something.

My mother was babysitting my daughter and her friend's daughter at the same time. This other little girl pulled the pacifier from Evie and placed it in her own mouth. Now, I had a problem with this, and told my mom, "Don't let her put the pacifier in her mouth" and my mother said, "Don't worry about it, it's washable".

Despite the logic behind that statement, I found her dismissal of my wishes to be problematic, ESPECIALLY relating to my child and her belongings. A few minutes later I told her "I don't want that baby sucking on Evie's pacifier. You should listen to me when it comes to my baby and our belongings. It doesn't matter what you think." My mother admitted this, and washed the pacifier for me.

I kinda felt bad, but I have the feeling this isn't going to be the last time I have to say something like that to my parents. I mean, it's not the first time either...but it is when it comes to my child.

Another part of me has grown up.

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