Monday, October 26, 2009

It's OFFICIAL...the earth has shifted and I have become MY mother

That's right folks.

You heard it here first. I am MY mother.

Dear Planet Earth help us. (I kid Mom.)

I've suspected for about a year that I was slowly transforming into someone else. Someone that many doors become slammed on, fingers pointed at for reasons of frustrated tears, eye rolling over mundane things said by me. How could I evoke eye rolling because of the awesomeness of the words that come out of my mouth??? HOW?

And then it hit me.

While on a little excursion with my mother, my many jabs at how she was turning into her mother triggered some little reality inside my noggin that said...."Ding, dong...guess who YOU are?"

I argued with Reality for a bit.

I.Am.Not.

Eekk....that's just what my mother said about her not being her mother.

Eekkk again.

I started going through some mental list of possible offenses.

1. When we are driving I talk to my mother like her license should be taken away.

Just like she does about Grandma Rambler...(well in my mothers defense...G.Rambler is effing scary to drive with..but back to my point)

2. My level of patience?

Is ALL her. With a little bit of my laid back father poking through. But he never had a chance against her. Anxiety and paranoia always kick calm cool & collected to the side on occasion. She has absolutely NO patience with my grandmother. Zilch. It's thin already when she knows they will be in each others presence.

3. I started carrying a purse....the mommy purse....loaded with work things, me things, receipts of stores from 2 weeks ago, Lil Rambler stuff....

Envision my eyes rolling at my mother while she digs for something for someone to give them anything they might need.

Just like she does with her mother.

4. I started napping when I had a moment to read a magazine on the couch.

5. The kitchen became a place to be excited about rather than afraid.

6-1000.Doing laundry, picking up toys, going grocery shopping, planning doctor and dentist visits, teaching a little one to pick up after themselves, being a hairstylist.

All of this....is/was everything my mother does/did.

And now, it's my turn.

So, I told my mother in mock desperation with how I had been pushed off the edge by my old self into the depths of this new person who so closely resembled her. (Do you hear the drama here people?)

She listened patiently (as all mothers do, to ranting lunatic 30 something daughters), and let me hem and haw. I ended my speech of pain and torture and told her this was way too soon. She told me to accept it...as she enjoyed this new version of a mini-her.

So all I could do to 'fight' back with was....

if I was her....then she was her mother.

(Insert evil laughter)

But seriously folks, everyday I feel myself changing, moving forward in this journey of my life, becoming a better version of the person I was yesterday. And if it means I am similar to the woman who birthed me. Life will be good.

(Just don't tell my mother I said I enjoy being like her....because I will deny deny deny.)


33 ramblings of your own:

mo.stoneskin said...

It is the sad truth that we all face, a slow and painful transformation into our parents. Rebel, find something your mother does not do - motorbiking, skydiving, breakdancing... or whatever and do it!

When do your breakdancing classes start?

Pseudonymous High School Teacher said...

Your mother must be very proud. I envy your relationship with your mom. If I turn out like my mom I'd hide out with a bottle of tequila.

hiphophippie.com said...

I've been noticing the same thing with me lately too! My obsession with the weather and my complete and total impatience are off the charts right now! What is going on?!?! It's too soon! Ah well, such is life. I loved this post and your spin on it, as always!

shortmama said...

Not only do I act and look like my mother I even SOUND like my mother!

Karen@StrictlySimpleStyle said...

I became my mother the first time I washed down the walls, a chore I repeatedly claimed throughout my life that was not necessary to do-ever.

sammy said...

haha this has become somewhat of a game my brother and i play. 'who's turning into our parents the fastest.'

luckily my brother is winning because he is turning into my dad at an alarming rate!


great blog btw. makes me want to visit a beach or drink a mojito or something ; )

K said...

Oh my goodness...

I think it happends to the best of us doesn't it?

(I'm still going to deny, deny deny though.)

Proud to be Me-a wife, a mom, a student said...

So I have come to the conclusion that since I was my mothers mom that I am now all the good parts of all the mothers that I know, I tned to take little bits and pieces from every wonderful mom and then find a way to make them my own wonderful bits and pieces. Cause good lord if I turn out like my mom in the end the world as I know it would be over....also I tried out her life for about a year and let's just say that thank the Man upstairs that I'm still here! *hugs*

Mesa

Shorty said...

I laughed out loud when I just read the title! I know what you mean...

Shan said...

Remember all those, "When *I* grow up and have kids, I'll **never** XYZ" moments?

Yeah, me neither.

Argh!

Unknown Mami said...

It was bound to happen.

Heather said...

Thanks for stopping by my blog and leaving a comment! That was so sweet! This post made me laugh so hard! I realized the other day that I am 27 and I dress like my mother! (Luckily, that is pretty stylish!)
Mothers are the greatest gift!
-heather

Ms Perfect said...

I love this post. Do we all become our mothers? I just wish mine was still here to see her mini me.

Kalei said...

hahahahaha! I am totally tattling on you and telling gramma to go read your blog at Uncle Han's House. I am going to write a really nice tribute to her and grandpa.....(me being the brown-noser I can be....just in case they stop to read mine.)

If you are mom, and mom is GMa, than you are GMA!!!!!!!! hahahaha! THE K***i curse is in you!!!!!! hahahahahahahaha

I will gladly be Perfectly Me, while I take "some" of the best qualities of mom, GMA, GPA and Dad......

I am telling Gramma you said she was an F-ing Scary Driver.....

Kalei said...

Also....you drive slow like mom does too. hahahaha!

The Top Secret Dieter said...

thanks for checking out my blog! i just keep reminding myself the end goals are better than the food...

as for being like our mothers, mine is a dieting machine and is always skinny. i would want to be like her in that respect any day.

The Blonde Duck said...

We all become our mothers!

Elizabeth said...

Oh my gosh, we have the same parents! My dad was totally the calm and collected one, while my mother would get all freaked out about things. And who am I taking after, now that I'm a parent? Her. Mostly. I have some Zen, Dad-like moments, but they're few and far in between. I'm so sorry that you're becoming your mom, but hey, I think it happens to the best of us!

Anniki :) said...

When I read this list I feel like I already became my mom :) It sounds so familiar :)

Martha said...

Ha, ha, Your Mom must be totally Off The Hook Fabulous like Rambler and Lil Ramberlina. xoxo M

Anti-Supermom said...

I see more of my mother in me every. single. day.

Me too - I'm totally denying it.

Mindi - B.A. Bookworm said...

It's true, there is a genetic link that explodes and turns us into our mothers when we least expect it.

Thanks for the great post, I really enjoyed it.

Kitty said...

We all become are mother. It's a universal fate I'm afraid.

Thanks for stopping by my blog! Your lay out is adorable. :)

Tonya said...

It's an on going battle that we all try to avoid but inevitably happens...we become just like our Mother's. Happens to Husband's to though - and that is worth a few laughs. I will never forget the first time my husband said something his Mother normally says. You shoulda seen the look on his face - he realized right away :) So worth it.
Have a wonderful day. Stopping by from SITS.

Tonya
www.tuesdaysattonyas.blogspot.com

Eva Gallant said...

Priceless! I think most of us become our mothers--like it or not!

WhisperingWriter said...

Ha nice.

I wish I could get excited about the kitchen. I HATE to cook. I mean, I guess I do like to kitchen because that's where my Little Debbie snacks are....

Love, Vern ;)

Janna Bee said...

Hey this doesn't have to do with this post- but I received your postcard. Thank you! That was so sweet, and a great pick me up to my day! Thanks for thinking of me.

MeCassieMarie said...

I'm 20 and I see a bit of both of my parents in me. Probably more-so my dad. We love to talk about cars, music, and Sci-fi. Mom isn't as enthused on these things. I have a lot in common with her too...well besides movies and most T.V. Shows. I made the mistake last time I was home from college of saying "Uh, I've heard of him but I really don't know much about this Patrick Swayze guy." Which ended in a viewing of Dirty Dancing. (Not my cup of tea.) I told her next time I'm home, she's watching Transformers:RoTF with the rest of us.

-MeCassieMarie

Together We Save said...

I am totally my mother and it is wonderful and awful at the same time.

Heather of the EO said...

Me too. I kind of enjoy it too. Strangely. REALLY strangely.

Shan said...

Erm... will your mother be making a new post soon? We miss hearing from you two.

Buahaha... ahem... no really... miss you!

Mammatalk said...

Happening over here, too. You are not alone!

Brittany said...

I am coming into this same realization.

The REALLY scary part for me? Catching a glimpse of her in the mirror... but it is ME! ACKKKK!!!!