In honor of my mother’s birthday this week, I’ve compiled a list of ten ways I have become a small version of her.
- My favorite place to store things is the trash can.
- I can’t walk into the kitchen without picking up the sponge.
- I tell Sophia, “You have to make your own fun.”
- My house is filled with soft neutrals.
- I drive a Honda Odyssey.*
- Napping has become impossible, since the minute I lay down a giant to-do list pops into my head and the only option is to get up and get back to work.
- I have become very picky about the quality of food I eat.
- My toddler is in training to take over many of the household chores. Like, next year.
- Boo-boos are met with “Is it bleeding? No? You’re fine.”
- I now shop at Talbots and other stores that are friendly to women who are Not Teenagers Anymore.
*I used to poke fun at my mother’s driving. She’s known for going a few miles below the speed limit, and never swerving from the right lane even if she ends up behind an old pickup going 35. I now find myself doing the same thing. How could I not?? For one thing, I didn’t take into account that driving a minivan is a whole lot different than zipping around in a Beetle. And the children’s safety is in my hands! So I now also stick to the right lane and let the traffic gallop by.