Mom knows everything.

I have a secret.  Nothing serious, but a secret nonetheless.  Something I am not very proud of, something I hope my kids would never, ever try or do themselves.

I used to smoke…in high school…when I was 17 years young.  I know it’s disgusting, cancerous and just plain bad.  Hence the secret.  I took my first pull from a cigarette in grade 11.  Every so often we would huff and puff and cough violently; feeling very cool and grown-up like.  Looking back…stupid child.  I am living proof that youth is wasted on the young.

The reason why it was such a big secret; was due to the fact that I was a relatively well behaved teenager.  I was part of a great group of friends, and we mostly stuck to the expectations of our parents.  We did however “enjoy” the odd cigaret and the odd beer, it was the extent of our rebellion.

My parents never saw me trying to smoke, because if they did, I probably would have been grounded until yesterday.  In my final year mom found a box of cigarettes in my cupboard.  I was quick to explain that it belonged to a friend and the friend was too scared to keep it in his house and therefore I offered it for safekeeping.  Mom wasn’t impressed with the friend.

Another time we were taking a puff behind the house on my birthday and she came around the corner.  We disposed of the buds very swiflty, it looked like fireflies twirling in the night sky.  Again she said nothing, just mentioning the food was ready. We all breathed a sigh of relief and promised each other to be more careful.

I kept thinking that I was the coolest kid south of the Equator having outsmarted the woman who gave birth to me.  I felt very distinguished being able to hide this secret from my parents.

In any case I left for college and Mom gave me a box filled with needful things.  When my parents left, I opened my gift.  It was filled with joy in the form of sweets, cookies, cash and a few other nice-to-haves.  I unloaded my treasure chest eagerly.

But there was one thing I didn’t expect right at the bottom of the box…

An ashtray.

She knew, like all moms do. (Don’t know why my parents never said anything, not gonna ask now!)

I don’t know how mothers do it, maybe intuition evolves into a super power when woman give birth, or maybe there is a secret society that spy on men and children  (I have suspected stork tea’s for a long time now, and don’t even get me started on book clubs).  But the warning is crystal clear:

You can’t run, you can never hide and lying is just prolonged pain because Mothers know EVERYTHING!

It’s creepy but true.

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2 thoughts on “Mom knows everything.

  1. They stop believing in santa clause, the toothfairy and the easter bunny, but my son 13 year old son still thinks his mom has some kind of weird superpower. In fact so do I. Thats is why I will never try and hide something from my darling wife…

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