Mother

Posted on | February 6, 2010 | 1 Comment

Lately I've been thinking about my mother. The hippy, slightly crazy, single mother that now feels more like my friend. She has this exuberant personality, albeit naive and horrible with money. And lately, I've been noticing how much I am like my mother.

I pour a cup of coffee for myself in the morning, and I swear that I heat that thing up a half dozen times before it is fully consumed. I'm a sipper, to put it lightly. My dear mother would be heating her morning coffee up at dinner.

I also have a bit of a road rage problem. It's not the typical screaming while laying on the horn road rage, it's the silent looks and flipped birds. It's the things I say about other drivers under my breath. I'm quitting, I swear.

I find myself being narrow minded in the field of politics and wealth, feeling slightly sorry for myself at times. My mother raised me with the thought that anyone rich was a bad, selfish person. I hated that about her. And here I am, thinking 'must be nice' while a woman can be a stay at home mom, the man being the breadwinner.

I cry very easily, and wear my heart on my sleeve. I chat with animals like they understand me. I find myself talking to strange people, my mind wandering while watching a film. Music, oh dear music, I can't get enough of it. Live music is my niche. I adore Moody Blues and Led Zeppelin, partial to the fact my mom "partied" with them (whatever that means). I am not a groupie, however.

I love that I have her heart, but lord knows I learned from her financial and social mistakes in life. But she will always be my mother. And I have this feeling that someday I will have a little girl turned to woman, silently cringing at our similarities. And I can't wait.

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his. ~Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest, 1895

Category: Motherhood , Thoughts

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this.is.katie
February 7, 2010 at 8:28 PM

i love this. isn't it weird that as we grow older, we notice these little things about ourselves, that we noticed in our moms or dads that we used to hate? does that even make sense?

i've been noticing my impatientness lately, just like my dad.
and i really had to laugh at how you heat up your coffee at least a half dozen times before you finish it because i do the exact same thing! and how i can picture you perfectly (just like your mom) flipping off some crazy driver. haha

this makes me miss you a lot. your mom too :)

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