Redneck Mom and Diamond Dave

My youngest son, David (who now wishes to be called Diamond Dave lol) recently said to me that I am not like regular moms. When I asked him how I am not like regular moms, my sweet darling 14 year old child said, and I quote "you're a redneck son of a bitch". Now my sweet son, has been born and raised in Nebraska. I am from Texas. I believe that men should have knowledge of certain things such as fishing, camping, gun safety and the ability to change oil in the car. His father is from Iowa and by no means has knowledge of any of these things. So I have taken it upon myself to teach him what I can.

I have taken both of my youngest children fishing on mutliple occasions, made each of them learn to handle the fish. I have taken them camping to some nice places, and one not so nice place (we left there after 2 days and went to a kickass hotel lol). Anytime I am putting something together or attempting to repair something I try to explain what I am doing and why I am doing it. Each child has had to handle a screwdriver and a hammer.

I love professional football and understand it well, watch it with him often and...ok, hang on, his dad taught him all about football. His dad also taught me all about football. (ok this one goes to his dad)

He used to cry easily. As an example, he loves basketball and plays pretty much year round. But if he got frustrated or fell down he would cry. I thought I should show him his strength. So I introduced him to the "punching" game. That is where we each take a turn punching each other in the arm, start off easily and the punches increase in strength. Please don't get me wrong, I never hurt him. It was just a game to show how strong he could be. Everday he would initiate the punching game and he would arm wrestle me to see if he could win (he still hasn't won the arm wrestle, but anyday now he will).

That punching game started about 2 years ago, we don't play anymore, he hurts me lol. He also does not cry over simple injury or minimally hurt feelings (trust me I want him to be sensitive, just not overly sensitive).

Back to his comment on how I am not a regular mom... He's right, I'm not(at least not as far as yankee moms go, I'm cracking myself up). But I have done a good job of teaching things I think are important. Everything from fishing to how to talk to a girl. I have played the punching game, and held him when he was sad (if he ever reads this part he will be so embarassed!). He is a confident, strong, intelligent young man with a great sense of humor.

Hooray! for redneck moms!