I was 50 years old the last time that Onery Little "Five Foot Nuthin" woman put me in my place
I had already bought a house, secured a job and was two weeks away from moving to California. I was trying to give my just-had-a-heart-attack-mother what I considered sage advice.
Over the phone, I heard the silence I had come to dread over the years and just sat demurely on my end of the phone, waiting for "it".
Sure enough, lips pursed (she always did that when she was about to give me h*ll), voice lowered in deadly monotone, I heard "LETTTTSSSS just NOTTT forget WHOOOOO the mother is, here".
ME: Yes ma'am, I was just trying to help.
MOM: "Well I am FINNNNNE. YOU, Young Lady have a job to go to; just be sure to eat your peas so you don't get sick".
Mom made it two more years and we talked daily on the phone with me never saying another word about what she ought or ought not be doing.
Mom was in her mid 70's, we knew with the heart attack and high blood pressure, time was short for her tiny little self, so she told me gossip and we talke about life in general and how "very well behaved" I was growing up<---not that well behaved
That's how I ended up with a horse to care for at age 12 --- I was a handful - not jail time handful, just always into something and mom was hoping my own horse would keep me even more occupied than the time I spent at granddad's with his horses. I haven't been without a horse since then. It took me a whole bunch of years to figure that out. Our parents seem to never know anything, until we become parents ourselves - lol lol lol