Dear Mom, You're Annoying the Shit Out of Me

So lately I've been struggling with my mother. I love her to death, don't get me wrong, but she's driving me crazy. She's a third grade teacher and works hard every day of her life. I admire how she raised me and my sister and I appreciate the relationship we have. But she's gettin on my damn nerves. My mom does not support my decision to become a teacher. She hates the idea of me teaching high school. I know where she's coming from. Her job is not easy and it's only getting more difficult. Teachers have to do all these extra tasks that have nothing to do with teaching students and no one has time for that shit. I could go on and on about how fucked up education is, but I'll save that for another time. Despite all the negatives, I still want to be a teacher. I want the challenge. I love kids. They are so much fun, and I love to teach them. Tutoring was like the best experience I had in high school. When I came home and told my mom that instead of becoming a doctor I wanted to become a teacher, she about had a heart attack. Then she got mad at me for awhile. And we argued a lot. Then she came to terms with my decision. Like the stages of grief after someone dies. Her dream of me becoming a rich doctor died, and she was in a state of serious grief and pissyness. Well, you'd think by now she would be over it. Oh believe me, she isn't. Here's part of an email she sent me this morning:

I'd also love to hear what you have been discussing about health care. You seem to enjoy your political science class a lot. And you have lots of opinions! What can you do with a political science degree? You might look into it. Gotta go! Love, Mom

What the hell? Did you all see what she did? She buttered me up, gave me some encouraging words, then BAM. She hits me with the topic of changing my major. This is what she does best. She is amazing at getting you to agree with her right until she says something that doesn't quite fit. Then you have to back up a bit and be like "whaaaat?" I get what she's trying to do. My mom doesn't want me to regret the decisions I make in college. She wants me to be happy with my job. Her intentions are good and I know this. But I'm gettin sick of her. Love her to death, but she's pushin my damn buttons. I'll bet a millions dollars that this weekend when I go home, the topic of me changing my major will be brought up at dinner. At some point this weekend she will not be able to contain herself. My mom will bug the hell out of me. Nag me. She will do anything to get me to even just consider a major different from education.

So here's my solution to this: I'm coming home with new holes in my ears. Yep, I got new piercings this past weekend. I didn't tell her nor did I even ask if it was okay. I feel so badass about this, people you have no idea. And I'm just gonna wait and see if she notices. I'm sure she will. And then she'll get pissed. Which is awesome, because she can't do anything about it. I'm a grown woman and I make my own decisions. Take that, mom!