by R Shimoda

Created on: July 15, 2009

You've got it all wrong! It's not interference, but merely Mom trying to help her baby in the last step before leaving the house! (Just kidding, it's really interference.) This is a phenomena that seems to be common to all cultures and age groups. The only couples that I've seen without meddling (oops! I mean helpful) mothers, are those who don't have any.

Believe it or not, they really aren't trying to make you miserable (well, maybe a few are) but trying to help out. If one thinks about it as a parent, once your children start to get married, they leave the house and are off starting their own life with someone else (who is lucky to be marrying your child), so it's natural to want the best for your child. Unless one is a parent, it's hard to describe the love-hate relationship that goes on between a parent and child.

When the baby is first born, all wrinkly and cooing, there is a tendency to want to protect your little one and nurture them. After a few years, the pendulum swings the other way as the toddler starts to torture the family pets or uses your best lipstick to write words on the wall or gives younger siblings toilet water to drink so the parent can't wait till the child is gone.

Once school starts and your child starts to make friends and hang out with them. Feelings start to swing again toward, wanting to be part of your child's life but they're more interested in going to the mall or texting friends. Television, video game computers, computers, etc. all start to eat into the time you once had. If your child plays team sports like cricket or football, the amount of time you can interact, gets even shorter. After a while, you feel like you're running a hotel with your child constantly coming and going.

College pops up before you know it and suddenly your little one is packing up to head off to school. It is an adjustment and you comfort yourself with thoughts that sooner or later they have to come home on holidays. After making many promises to call or email, you notice the gap between them, start to grow as time goes on. Then the day you've been dreading comes, where your precious baby says they would like to bring someone by on holidays for you and Dad to meet.

When your child arrives, the inspection starts. Is this friend the right sort for your child? Are they smart enough? Polite? Well groomed? Helpful? Cultured? Gold digger? Druggie? etc, etc as you wonder just what the heck it is that your child sees in this person. Aha! You finally

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