My question here is, dose she really think I am that stupid to tell her she is/has turned into her mother? On what planet would any daughter utter those very words and then not fear hearing, "I brought you into this world and I can take you out!" I think the comedy ledgend Bill Cosby used a similar phrase in his routine about his own mother.
I can only imagine that the legend himself knew, that under no circumstances would he or should he ever let those words come out of his mouth and tell his mother that she was indeed turning into her own mother.
I love my mom, she is an amazing woman and I put her through hell growing up. She sacraficed so much so that I could have the things I wanted in my life. I rarely remember wanting for anything as she would move mountains to give me those things that I JUST HAD TO HAVE.
However, in the past couple of years I have noticed some changes in her. I don't know if it because she is retired, has become a grandmother, her boughts with insomnia or if she feels I am old enough and the kid gloves have come off. (A warning would have been nice, I had just assumed kid gloves would ALWAYS be on hand.)
She is far more cynical than she has ever been. More of a pessimist now. She has gone from the person who I wanted around me when I was sick to the last person I want around me when I don't feel well. She has this suck it up and go mentality. Hospitals are for the weak. She could probably remove her own appendix if she needed to. Slap some alcohol on it and be ready to go in a couple of hours ... You know, the cowboy way. You are either sick in bed or out of bed a over being sick. There is no having a couple of hours out of bed to see how you were doing, nope! If you are not confined, you are doing fine! (This part she gets from taking care of her mother who tends to be a hypochondriac)
Her hearing is getting pretty bad. There are times that I almost yell during conversations as I don't know if it selective hearing or hearing loss. Most of the time I think it is selective hearing as I can whisper a smart ass comment behind her back and have to all but duck and cover from the gazing glare of pissed-off-ness emitting from her eyes as she whips back around and gives me THAT LOOK.
You know the one. We ALL KNOW THAT LOOK. The scary thing is that we know that look because we make that look too. We make the same look of "you are pushing your luck" that our mothers make, just like their mothers did and their mothers did and so on and so forth.
I guess I have come to the realization that there is no reason to ask someone to tell me if I turn into my mother one day; I probably already have. I just REALLY hope I don't inherit that selective hearing thing. Which by me saying just that I bet I already have succumbed to it. Geesh, I really hate that selective hearing thing!
Oh well, Mothers, whatcha gonna do with them? I guess... Hug 'em while you can! (Psssst, just don't tell them they have turned into their mother)
Cheers,
OB
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