Tuesday, September 28, 2010

FESSING UP-Part of growing up

There are times when you’ve made a great mistake, got caught sneaking out, or got punished for something you knew darn well you shouldn’t have done – and the time to pay the piper is near. Fess up and apologizing is one of the hardest things to do – and truly mean sometimes. We all have to start sometime.


My parents had one rule, “Do not leave the house without telling us.” Well, you know what I did right? I left – just to go to the corner store. I did it a lot, heck, got away with it at least a dozen times before I got…caught. You know while I was doing it, I didn’t think I would get caught. No really, they hardly ever doubted that I would follow the rules. I followed the rules in most everything else. I was a “good” kid that was easily managed – not! But at least I thought I was.


I tell you, when you get caught doing something you know dang well you should be doing – it’s the worst feeling in the world. When I rounded that corner coming from one of my adventures off the safety of my neighborhood, my grandmother was standing on the porch waiting for me. Her hands were on her hips and her frown made it obvious that I was in for it.

I froze, yep I couldn’t take a step. Part of me wanted to run, but I knew she would catch me. I gulped, closed my eyes and slowly walked up the street. My booty of candy and soda firmly held in my hand. Even though I’d gone to the store, left the neighborhood, and didn’t tell my grandmother where I’d gone, there was no way, no – way, I was giving up the goods.


Now I admit I was sorry – really sorry. But, but, but, that didn’t mean I wanted to give up my candy. I couldn’t figure out what I was more sorry about. Was I sorry I got caught, or was I sorry that I broke the rule. Truth was, if I hadn’t gotten caught I would still go to the store without getting permission. Also, the truth was, if given the chance to do it again… I just might run to the store again. That meant, I wasn’t really sorry.

At the end of the day, I apologized. Also, I got punished. The punishment was – no playing outside for a week and no allowance for a month. I thought it was harsh, heck downright mean. But it taught me a lesson. There is a price to pay for breaking the rules, and most times…all times, it’s much higher a price to pay than it would have been to do things the right way.

Did I ever break that rule again? Naw, after that… I just asked. Sometimes being denied doing what I wanted wasn’t always so bad.


JP - The Mistress of Corgi Manor said...

Oh, you said it all so well!

Beverly Stowe McClure said...

Yup. The time always comes. Nice post.

Jessie said...

good thing to remember in our mss -- seems like the characters have bigger problems than parents lots of time, but parents and rules are an important part of every kid's life

Buffy Andrews said...

Oh so true. Why is it that parents are so smart but we don't "get that" until we're much older (and become parents ourselves)? My parents died very young and I wish I would have had the opportunity to tell them how right they were about so many things. Blessings, Buffy

LM Preston said...

Buffy you hit the nail on the head. Funny thing in my mss I usually have a parental element, I guess because my great-grandmother (who was like my 2nd mother) had such a strong influence in my life. And now I'm grown up, I look back on her shared life lessons and try to inject them into my kids lives. Also, as a mother of an avid YA reader, my kid has always asked the question about the parents parts in the characters discovery.