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OMG, I’m Turning Into My Mom!
I had a wake-up call the other day—my mom’s voice came spilling out of my mouth! I thought I was too young for this! Back in our 30s, my sister and I would chuckle about how our mother was morphing into Grandma, convinced it would never happen to us.
But as time slipped away, and we entered another decade, we kept that realization to ourselves. Those pesky gray hairs? Easily hidden. The so-called “middle-age spread”? Well, thank goodness for stretchy jeans! We thought we were still rocking life, mostly.
Then one day, after a heated exchange with a teenager, I blurted out: “Nathan James Parker (name changed to protect the not-so-innocent), if all your friends jumped off a cliff, would you do it too?!” Oh, dear Lord.
The look on my face was priceless as I realized what just happened. I had heard that very phrase countless times during my own teenage years. I quickly called my sister to share my horror. “I know,” she replied. “I’ve already caught myself saying Mom’s words too.” Although she’s younger, she started her family earlier, so she’s been on this slippery slope for a bit longer. “I was afraid to admit it; I thought I was immune,” she said.
Channeling Mom
As we compared notes, we found ourselves guilty of channeling Mom more often than we cared to admit:
- “Don’t make me come in there!”
- “Don’t use that tone with me.”
- “It’s for your own good.”
- “I have eyes in the back of my head.”
- “As long as you live under my roof…”
- “Close the door. Do you think you live in a barn?”
- “Do as I say, not as I do.”
- “Do you think money grows on trees?”
- “Because I’m the mom.”
- “Because I said so.”
These phrases evolved with our children’s ages, transforming us into expert mothers in the art of “Mother Talk.” The moment that first phrase escapes your lips and you realize it’s not the rational adult in you speaking but your mother—it feels like graduation day. You suddenly understand you’re on a fast track down a road you thought you’d never travel.
Back in our 20s and 30s, we felt invincible, believing we’d never become like our mothers.
- “I’m giving you until the count of three.”
- “I’m fed up!”
- “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.”
Old memories flooded back, and it hit me—I’ve been my mother all along! This transformation didn’t just appear in my 40s; I’ve been embracing her all this time, just in a different outfit.
“I’ll treat you like an adult when you act like one.” Well, I suppose I’ve officially crossed that threshold now.
I owe my mom an apology—for all those times I laughed about her becoming Grandma Jones. And for all those moments I rolled my eyes, lied about my whereabouts, or failed to appreciate her sacrifices.
“If I told you once, I told you a thousand times…” Yes, Mom, you probably did—and now I’m repeating those same words to my kids.
I took a moment to glance in the mirror, and there she was—my mother, looking back at me. Maybe growing older isn’t as bad as I once thought. For more insights on this journey, check out this excellent resource for pregnancy and home insemination.
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In the end, we all evolve, and it’s comforting to know that even amidst the chaos, we carry our mothers with us.