
"I couldn't have asked for a worse child." This statement is my mother's response to almost any event that is upsetting or out of the norm. She said it when I foolishly stayed in an emotionally abusive relationship at 19 years of age. She said it when I got pregnant out of wedlock by said abuser. She said it when my father had a near fatal hemorrhagic stroke and I was afraid of going into the ICU room to see him in a coma. She currently says it on a weekly basis whenever she is upset about the path her life is on.
A few weeks ago I was sitting in the living room with my mother after having witnessed the one millionth ridiculous argument between my parents. I believe this one was about who used the last roll of toilet paper (believe it or not this is a recurring theme in my parents' home). Now when I say argument, I do not mean the cute little tiffs that old married couples experience - I am talking more along the lines of Tyson versus Holyfield circa the 1997 ear-biting incident. My usual course of action would be to gather my nine-year old daughter and hightail it out of there, but for some reason, this time, I just sat on the sofa and stared at my mother in confusion. Then I made the egregious error of saying, "Mom what is the big deal? It's just toilet paper."
You would think I would have learned after thirty-three years of drama that I should have just left it alone, however I have an extremely analytical mind that always needs to figure out the problem. Naturally, my transgression was met with a vividly colorful diatribe that started with the fact that I should mind my own business, and in the span of ten minutes, ended with a laundry list of every questionable decision I had made in my life and how each one was a personal assault against my mother (one of these horrific crimes was indeed using an inappropriate amount of the toilet tissue in question). As I bit my tongue to avoid making the argument last any longer, I got up to check on my daughter who was watching television in the bedroom. Of course, on my way out, my mother did close with her favorite aforementioned statement. When I sat down with my child, I told her that no matter what she did or what decisions she makes, I will always love her. I didn't really expect a response because she was embroiled with her Disney Channel sitcom, but my innocent little 9 year old turned to me and said, "I couldn't have asked for a better mom."
In all fairness, my parents say the right things with regard to my intellect and my ability to succeed in life. They just don't sprinkle in enough good with the bad. For many years before my daughter was born, I let my home life somewhat taint my views on a future and some aspects of my life have suffered. Since I have had my own child, my outlook has completely changed and I see things in a strangely different way. Parenthood forces you to mature and it also forces you to be introspective in ways you never thought possible. What kind of legacy do I want to leave for my daughter? I want her to believe that though mistakes may be made, all is never lost. I want her to be tenacious and have the courage to pursue whatever life has in store for her. I do not want her to be held back by the what-ifs and could-have-beens. I want her to make mistakes, learn from them and make whatever adjustments necessary to proceed on her destined course. I want her to make sacrifices if (and only if) they are the right ones. I want her to believe in her strengths and realize her weaknesses, but above all I never want her to give up. I need to show her that if people doubt you, you do not have to accept it. I need to show her that your mistakes and missteps in life can actually wind up being the best things that ever happened to you. I need to illustrate that when you dream, you should dream big and always persevere towards accomplishing the goals you have set for yourself. The only way for me to teach my daughter these concepts is to lead by example - and that will be my greatest accomplishment.