When did I turn into my own mother?
Was it when I became a mother, myself?
Maybe it was when I first moved out and found her presence
lacking in my life, I then tried to fill the void?
Or was it even earlier? Was my youthful eye-rolling and embarrassment just the outward expression of an Oedipus/Electra complex to mask the fact that I truly identified with my mother all along in order to compete for the affections of my father? (‘Sup, Freud?)
Or was it even earlier? Was my youthful eye-rolling and embarrassment just the outward expression of an Oedipus/Electra complex to mask the fact that I truly identified with my mother all along in order to compete for the affections of my father? (‘Sup, Freud?)
Whenever it happened, I know there’s no denying it now: I am my mother’s daughter.
And that’s not a bad thing.
In fact, if I can be so bold as to say this whilst making a direct
comparison between she and I, I think my mom’s pretty great.
So here’s what we share.
A Love for Games
A Love for Games
I was involved in planning a social event for the teachers
in our primary organization. It was
supposed to be very casual with just some food and time for people to get to
know each other, but before I could stop myself the words were already out of
my mouth: “Can we play a game? I’ll plan
it.” So of course I had to call up my
mother, the queen of party games, to figure out what we could actually play.
Honestly, I don’t know what people who grew up without a massive Jeopardy board in their home ever did for fun.
Honestly, I don’t know what people who grew up without a massive Jeopardy board in their home ever did for fun.
Making Friends
My mom always told me, “I’d rather be thought of as foolish
and friendly than wise but aloof”. For all
the times I groaned in mortification at my mother’s constant small talk and
outreaching, I now find myself going out of my way to make introductions, catch
up with people, and extend invitations.
I’m still not much of a conversationalist, so I’m sure I’ve got the “foolish”
part down, but I’d like to think I’m there on “friendly”, as well.
A Good Sport
Growing up, I was taught to be both a good loser and a good
winner. And I’ll be darned if I’m not
the best sport around in all forms of game play, win or lose!
(Okay, my husband might disagree on the few occasions that
Settlers of Catan has gotten heated…)
Sighs
Sighs
You know when some someone says something humorous but
painfully truthful? It’s funny but
sad. I tend to let out this same little
chuckle that turns into a pathetic sigh.
Without fail, Thomas will tell me, “You sound just like your mother.”
Looks
Looks
What can I say? We’re
stunners. And we can both rock short
hair.
Parties with a Theme
I am a sucker for a good themed party. Admittedly, I am not so great at actually planning these parties, but tell me there’s a theme – carnival, western, princess, or the 70s – and my mom and I will be there dressed in matching clown costumes, cowboy hats, tiaras, or gaucho pants.
I am a sucker for a good themed party. Admittedly, I am not so great at actually planning these parties, but tell me there’s a theme – carnival, western, princess, or the 70s – and my mom and I will be there dressed in matching clown costumes, cowboy hats, tiaras, or gaucho pants.
Throw in a game that’s on topic and you couldn’t keep us out!