I’ve always prided myself on being at least moderately intelligent.
I’m not talking about Mensa candidate intelligent, I’m talking about the kind of intelligent whereby people don’t meet me and think, “wow. she’s stupid”.
Yet, my children; my spawn whom I’ve lovingly basically given my life for, really believe I’m stupid.
If you asked them if their mother was stupid I’m sure they would say “no”, yet there has to be something to that saying “actions speak louder than words“.
I’m not quite sure WHY they have drawn this conclusion, but drawn it they have.
I mean, when they do stupid things, I call them on it. Maybe they just don’t get the whole “if/then” logic. If they did, then surely they would conclude that IF mom nails me every time I do something that leaves her shaking her head wondering what planet I’m from, THEN she might not be as stupid as I believe.
Evidence piles up daily as to their thoughts.
Just today Jacob told John not to “tell mom” that he was sticking a play sword in my hair.
Now. If the said child is sitting within arms reach of me (he’d have to be to be sticking a sword in my hair), you’d think I’d be able to hear him right? And you’d think that I’d be able to, OH, feel a sword being jabbed into my hair.
BUT, he doesn’t believe I can.
Because he thinks I’m stupid.
That’s the only explanation.
Don’t make me bore you with more examples, please.
I just don’t understand.
Maybe there is more to this than I originally thought.
*I’m giving away a $100 gift card to Barnes & Noble and a set of Calphelon Skillets this week.