At the ripe old age of 43, I have finally realized that I am my mother. I look just like her minus a few years, although lately as I walk by the mirror, I do get the urge to say “Hey Mom, when did you get here?”. I work hard, I am a devoted wife (that didn’t work out too great for her but I’m hoping for a better outcome) and mother, and although I used to think I was a little more laid back than she ever was, as I was cleaning today and planning out the rest of my week, I realized that I have taken on all of her traits and habits.
It’s always the same: Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday…I watch the others. Wednesday is outside the house chore day. Saturday, I clean. Sunday is grocery shopping (if I didn’t get that done Wednesday) and spending time with the whole family. No deviation….ever! I make the beds every morning, I cook every night, I never go to bed with dishes in the sink, I make my husband’s lunch, I do laundry twice a week, I vacuum every day, I pick up toys all day every day, rearrange book shelves, and everything in my apartment is decorated just so and is not to be moved by anyone other than me. I am not as affectionate as my husband would like for me to be because I’m just not a hugger, but he knows that I love him and continues to wait for the affection that he so richly deserves. I love my children, I am proud of all of their accomplishments, and I feel all of their pain. I am a yeller, not a spanker. I do not follow through on all of the many rules that I set. But I love them, and they know that, and in return, they love me too!
I used to watch my mother as I grew up and thought “I will never be like her”. She was always way too busy, too stressed out, too worried about pleasing everyone else, all of the time. She just never seemed to have any time for herself and I was convinced it was because she had such a rigid schedule and she had inflicted this upon herself, so no, this would not be me. But looking at it now, I was wrong, about a lot of things. And you know what? It’s all good! I love my mom and there are a lot of things worse than growing up to be just like her. She is a beautiful, caring, loving woman, a hard worker, and an all-around awesome human being.
So this morning as I was working around here and planning out the rest of my week, walking by the mirror here and there with that familiar “Hi Mom” face staring back at me, I realized I am my mother! And then, after the shock wore off, I realized one more thing….since my mom rocks, that means I rock! Yes, there are far worse things than being my mom, and from now on, when I walk by the mirror, I’m just going to look at that reflection and say “Hey Mom, we rock! Thanks for giving me all of your best! I’m proud and honored to have turned out just like you!”.
Christy Gossett, managing editor of SoFabFood and creator of the healthy living blog, Insanity Is Not An Option, is a WAHM of 6 kids ranging in age from 27 to 8. She enjoys sharing her heart-healthy, low sodium recipes to help others with dietary restrictions enjoy a flavorful life while maintaining a healthy diet.
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