Wednesday, June 1, 2011

SUBJECT TO INTERPRETATION

(A reworking of an old post)

During a discussion about poetry analysis my brother pointed out that, “The nice thing about being the reader is I get to choose what I think it means.” This is very true; and the correct answer to, “What does it mean?” when applied to paintings, music, dance, literature, even scripture, may be---“What do you want it to mean?’ This even changes depending on your current circumstances.

You find this out, especially when you think you are teaching children. Words can be confusing. 

You discover years later that your children really think they were born in a barn. They learn how to toss cooked liver behind the sofa when you say, “You’ll sit there until your plate is clean.” They learn religion when you tell them, “You’d better pray that comes out of the carpet.” In fact they learn no matter how bad the injury to NEVER BLEED ON THE CARPET. And, “If you’re going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning.” Or, “When the lawn mower cuts off your toes, don’t come running to me.” You tell them they need to wear clean underwear in case they are in an accident until they find out, if you are in a bad accident it usually doesn't matter if your underwear was clean before it happened. 

You try to teach them logic, “If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you’re not going to the store with me.” Or, how about, “Will you look at that dirt on your neck!” But my favorite is, “One day you’ll have kids and I hope they turn out just like you.” It is true revenge when your adult children complain that they hear their parents’ words coming out of their own mouths. But, then, it is all subject to interpretation.

9 comments:

Debbie said...

great post.....the only bad thing about wishing your kids would have kids just like them is YOUR the one who gets to babysit!!

i guess grandkids are funer (not sure that is a word) i don't have any yet!!!

Debbie said...

i forgot to say....what a cute picture!!! xo

susan m hinckley said...

Been worried about that flooding in Utah -- it's really something! Let's hope that sump pump keeps pumping.

I loved this post! Because I experience occasional horror when I hear my mother's words come out of my mouth, it gives me comfort when the same thing happens to my children. (Which usually means I hear my mother's words come out of THEIR mouths. Funny how these things go.)

TALON said...

My three haven't had children yet, but I'm just waiting, rubbing my hands together and chortling quietly :)

Flea said...

Some things you just never think about their meaning. My middle child used to say "You scared me out of the tar!" Ew.

Buttons said...

Leenie this is great. I heard most of those sayings growing up. I wonder if I said them to my kids. I am sure I did. You forgot wait till your Father gets home. Why?? LOL Great post.
About your question on my blog we own a big old back hoe loader. My Hero loves to move big things must be a guy thing.He does nice work so I do not complain. B

Far Side of Fifty said...

Some of my Grands are now teenagers..revenge is sweet...and I smile and don't say a word:)

DayPhoto said...

Grandchildren are the best...then you will know what your kids were thinking...because you have been there.

Linda
http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com

Sarah said...

I still have that underwear phobia!