In this moment, right now, I realized I’m becoming my mother more and more.
Okay don’t misunderstand me. My mother is awesome. She is the best mom a girl could ask for. But my mother and I were not always besties.
My mom was 17 years old when she had me. We, in many ways grew up together. She yelled a lot more when I was little. She expected more out of me than my siblings. Life was just different.
But I’m not talking about her mothering skills. I’m okay with becoming her in that capacity. I’m speaking other habits.
As I write I have a bed full of laundry I’m folding while watching Lifetime Movie Network. :::looks around room::: who the hell put the tv on lifetime?!! Certainly not me! I only watch lifetime because Project Runway is on it.
I also left Easter at my grandparents early because there were too many people there. Family members had invited friends and their in laws and cousins. Normally I would embrace this and thrive in a huge social setting. But honestly I just wanted to relax with my family and I couldn’t. I left 30 minutes after my mom.
Yikes I don’t know if this is good or bad? I don’t really even know what this means. But my mom can be a stick in the mud sometimes and I don’t want to be that way. So I’m halfway into this movie- too late to change the channel right?