Lately I’ve been picking up on little habits of mine that are all too familiar. It started when I realized that I’m addicted to Diet Coke. Then I noticed the way I wrinkle my nose when I’m fixing my hair. And then I found myself developing a fierce (and mean!) mama bear attitude. Oh. My. Gosh. I am my mother.
I find myself transforming more and more into my mom everyday. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. My mom is the most amazing woman I know. However, if you told my teenage self that I would one day become her, I’m not sure I’d believe you.
I talk like my mother. I go overboard on holidays like my mother. I decorate my home like my mother. I dress like my mother. Heck, I even borrow her clothes.
What’s the worst quirk you’ve picked up from your mother, you ask? Oh that’s easy – the empty threats. I can’t even begin to count how many times I heard “you’re grounded when you get home” growing up? And guess what – not me, my brother, nor my sister have ever truly been grounded in our lives. And as ineffective of a parenting tactic that the empty threat may be, I still find myself doing the same thing with my toddler. “If you don’t eat those chicken nuggets, you’re not getting anything else the rest of the night!” HA! Like my mother, my bark is far worse than my bite.
Mirror, mirror on the wall – I am my mother after all. And guess what? I don’t care who knows it! I hope that one day my daughter will be as proud as I am to become her mother. Because I hate to break it to you, sweetie pie, but it happens to the best of us!