I think I'm turning into my mother.
You always hear this phrase. Everyone uses it and jokes about it. Though, I never really... fully... understood it.. until recently.
Now that I'm growing up and becoming more My Husband's Wife instead of My Mother's Daughter... I'm seeing an awful lot of the woman who raised me in myself. There are all of the physical features of course. I have her mouth, her neck, her hands and her hips (Thank you Mom!). Heck, I even have her boobs. Or maybe I don't. Maybe I just have grown up woman boobs now. I don't know. I do know that my cleavage reminds of what
I remember my mom's cleavage looking like when I was younger. Don't get me wrong, my mom wasn't a hussy, flouncing about in low cut shirts all of the time..... Maybe I should digress from the creepy mother/daughter breast comparison...
My husband has always quick to point out the little things that my mom and I share. For instance, we both tend to make the same male voice impersonation when repeating what any male family member or friend may have said. We have the same laugh. When either of us gets flustered or angry, it is hard for us stay composed or seriously angry. It doesn't take much for our husband's to make us laugh and forget whatever was bothering us.
The one trait that does bother me.... the crying.
When I was around 8 years old, we had a family vacation at my grandparents' house at the lake. All of the cousins, aunts and uncles were there. My cousins and I fished, played Baywatch in the water (a very g-rated version, it was all about the running and jumping in with the life belt to save the
drowning victim), and rode on giant, inflatable tubes attached to the back of Grandpa's boat. OK, so
everyone else rode on that tube. I was too much of a 'fraidy cat to partake in such dangerous and foolish activities. Plus, I would have thrown up.
On one evening during this vacation, the moms all sat around on the couch and watched Steel Magnolias. One of my older cousins joked to me that we had better grab some life jackets to prepare for the sob fest we were about to endure. I remember thinking to myself at that very moment, I will NEVER cry in sappy movies like that.
Seven years later, Titanic came out. I saw that movie 4 times in the theater and cried every time. I shrugged it off. I mean, come on. Who
doesn't cry while watching such a fine,
cinematic masterpiece like Titanic? At least I didn't cry during Hallmark commercials like my mother.
That lasted for quite some time.... not crying during commercials. I don't remember the first commercial I cried in, but I do know that there have been MANY after the first.
The worst commercials to date, OnStar. It never fails. I'll be driving along, listening to the radio on the way home for lunch when the station cuts to commercial. Next thing I know, I'm all weepy eyed because someone locked their keys in the car and is thankful there is someone else on the other line able to help. Sometimes I'm crying just because the driver was able to get directions from the friendly OnStar representative.
I'm regular crying machine these days. Just thinking about crying makes me cry. I cry when I'm nervous, happy, in love, drunk (oh do I ever cry when I' drunk!), and mad. My mom does this too. She's a crier and it is now obvious that this nut didn't fall very far from the tree.
