Maternal Admonition No. 3,220,905
My mother’s most recent life lesson was “never get involved (w/ someone long term) who isn’t prepared, wiling and able to care for you, love you and treat you better than your parents do.” After pondering over this idea for a few days, I realize that I couldn’t agree with her more and it makes soooo much sense. I also think this phenomenon explains why some women (and men for that matter) choose to involve themselves in the most wildly inappropriate types of affairs that bring along drama, stress and a standing appointment at your local psycho therapists office, instead of the happiness, good fortune, uncontrollable, inconvenient love that we have all imagined since our days of playing house and make believe.
Even though I have had my fair share of boyfriends that just weren’t meant to be, and maybe even an occasional eye-wanderer (or maybe even more than just the eye wandered) I have never been involved with any wildly inappropriate types, who have yelled at me, called me outside of my given name, Erin Richelle, and definitely no hitters, slappers, accidentally pushed me down the stairs, accidentally just happened to have his hands wrapped around my neck until my nose bled, accidentally slammed the car door on my arm, etc. etc. etc. (You may think this sounds crazy, but trust me, this is all stuff I’ve heard from close friends, girls who from the outside you would perceive having it all together, but what happens beyond closed doors, reveals quite a different story). I think this is in large part because my expectations are just very different. I haven’t ever dated anyone, just for the hell of it. Like Charlotte York from Sex and the City, any man that I have chosen to get involved with is someone that I could possibly see myself being with for the long haul. (well maybe w/ the exception of one or two)
In thinking of this it sounded perfect, leaving the loving, nurturing, well taken care of child / grown up child lifestyle under mother, father, and let's not forget Mr. Bob and transitioning into the position of a much adored, overly admired, abundantly respected and well-kept wife! Sounds great, huh?!? But then I got to thinking, if this was the maternal admonition handed down from my mom to me, I could only imagine what the mother's of my male counterparts were telling them that they should expect from their future wife.
Some boys II men have been brought up by that tough love, fend for yourself, you are a boy get over it type of mentality. On the other hand other boys II men have been reared by parents that have expected the world out of them and have treated them as the little princes in order to prepare them for their future roles as Kings. Most men, I am realizing have been reared under a combination of both male-raising techniques, which makes them a fierce force to be reckon with as they mature and ripen into the man that will be an appropriate mate for their female, princess-like counterparts.
So in pondering Maternal Admonition No. 3,220,905 I grew concerned, b/c I know the extent to which some of these young, amazingly charming males have been raised. In order to one day be THE woman in this type of man's life, i.e. wife, it would only be fair that we would not only be able but willing to rise to the utmost level of thoroughness of his mother, as he would expect us to fill her role, as the Julia Roberts / Reese Witherspoon leading ladies of their lives.
Hey ladies, are we prepared to step up to this task??? Do we subscribe to the methedology of Kelly, Michelle and Beyonce in "catering to our men?"
Although I am unsure if I am completely prepared for this, I am excited for the benefits reaped as were covered in verse 1...
Hint Hint: "Baby Puffin" I am not sure if I am prepared to have the hot food waiting on the table when you come in after a long day of whitening teeth, tightening braces and what not. Although I am not super confident in the thoroughness of my domestic skills, thanks to the E. Claiborne Robins school of Business (shout out to The University of Richmond's B-School) I am well versed and a strong believer in the techniques of managerial delegation and of course, out-sourcing, with that said, I am sure I could find a great catering service, who can have a hot plate of jerk chicken, beef patties, and an ice cold ting waiting on the table for you each and every night!!!
Even though I have had my fair share of boyfriends that just weren’t meant to be, and maybe even an occasional eye-wanderer (or maybe even more than just the eye wandered) I have never been involved with any wildly inappropriate types, who have yelled at me, called me outside of my given name, Erin Richelle, and definitely no hitters, slappers, accidentally pushed me down the stairs, accidentally just happened to have his hands wrapped around my neck until my nose bled, accidentally slammed the car door on my arm, etc. etc. etc. (You may think this sounds crazy, but trust me, this is all stuff I’ve heard from close friends, girls who from the outside you would perceive having it all together, but what happens beyond closed doors, reveals quite a different story). I think this is in large part because my expectations are just very different. I haven’t ever dated anyone, just for the hell of it. Like Charlotte York from Sex and the City, any man that I have chosen to get involved with is someone that I could possibly see myself being with for the long haul. (well maybe w/ the exception of one or two)
In thinking of this it sounded perfect, leaving the loving, nurturing, well taken care of child / grown up child lifestyle under mother, father, and let's not forget Mr. Bob and transitioning into the position of a much adored, overly admired, abundantly respected and well-kept wife! Sounds great, huh?!? But then I got to thinking, if this was the maternal admonition handed down from my mom to me, I could only imagine what the mother's of my male counterparts were telling them that they should expect from their future wife.
Some boys II men have been brought up by that tough love, fend for yourself, you are a boy get over it type of mentality. On the other hand other boys II men have been reared by parents that have expected the world out of them and have treated them as the little princes in order to prepare them for their future roles as Kings. Most men, I am realizing have been reared under a combination of both male-raising techniques, which makes them a fierce force to be reckon with as they mature and ripen into the man that will be an appropriate mate for their female, princess-like counterparts.
So in pondering Maternal Admonition No. 3,220,905 I grew concerned, b/c I know the extent to which some of these young, amazingly charming males have been raised. In order to one day be THE woman in this type of man's life, i.e. wife, it would only be fair that we would not only be able but willing to rise to the utmost level of thoroughness of his mother, as he would expect us to fill her role, as the Julia Roberts / Reese Witherspoon leading ladies of their lives.
Hey ladies, are we prepared to step up to this task??? Do we subscribe to the methedology of Kelly, Michelle and Beyonce in "catering to our men?"
"Let Me Help YouTake Off Your ShoesUntie Your Shoestrings Take Off Your
Cufflinks (Yeah)What You Want To Eat Boo? (Yeah)Let Me Feed YouLet Me Run Your BathwaterWhatever You Desire, I'll AspireSing You A SongTurn The Game On I'll Brush Your HairHelp Put Your Do Rag OnWant A Foot Rub? (Yeah)You Want A
Manicure?Baby I'm Yours I Want To Cater To You Boy"
Although I am unsure if I am completely prepared for this, I am excited for the benefits reaped as were covered in verse 1...
Now, the part in bold, DC is definitely speaking my language!!!"If I Want It (Got It)When I Ask You (You Provide It) You inspire me to better You challenge me for the better Sit back and let me pour out my love letter..."
Hint Hint: "Baby Puffin" I am not sure if I am prepared to have the hot food waiting on the table when you come in after a long day of whitening teeth, tightening braces and what not. Although I am not super confident in the thoroughness of my domestic skills, thanks to the E. Claiborne Robins school of Business (shout out to The University of Richmond's B-School) I am well versed and a strong believer in the techniques of managerial delegation and of course, out-sourcing, with that said, I am sure I could find a great catering service, who can have a hot plate of jerk chicken, beef patties, and an ice cold ting waiting on the table for you each and every night!!!
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