Inevitably, women become just like mom
May 9, 2012 4:26PM
I bet this happens to most women sometime in their lives.
You know what I mean. It’s that epiphany when you either look in the mirror or catch yourself saying or doing something, and it dawns on you — I’m becoming just like my mother!
Over the years and more often, I find the apple certainly doesn’t fall far from the tree. One thing that used to drive me (and my dad and sister) crazy was Mom’s propensity to lock doors — all doors — all the time.
Decades ago, in a gentler, safer time, a door-to-door salesman walked into our home uninvited. Although Mom quickly threw him out on his ear, I think the incident traumatized her, because she spent the rest of her life locking doors.
No matter that you were just taking out the garbage or fetching something from the car; you could bet when you returned a few moments later, the door would be latched.
I truly work at not being obsessive about it, but I admit I am a door-locker: front door, storm door, patio door, car doors, garage doors, etc.
Mom would be proud.
So, in honor of all moms on Mother’s Day, how are you becoming just like your mother?
Carly Simko, Crown Point: “The polite thing to say is that my mom was curious. To be honest, she was just plain nosy and, while I hate to admit it, I find I have a tendency to be just like her.
“We lived in a close-knit neighborhood, and her favorite perch in the summer was a chair on the front porch, where she could watch and listen to all the goings-on. Someone having a spat with their spouse, with the windows open, could be the highlight of her day.
“While I’m not that bad, I have to admit I would much rather sit outside on my driveway in the evenings than on my deck and, yes, it’s because I, too, want to know what’s happening in my neighborhood.”
Sheila Flores, Hammond: “I overcook. My mom grew up very poor, so she was always worried if we had enough on the table, especially when there was company coming.
“You could always count on at least two or three main courses and any number of side dishes, breads, salads and desserts. She never stopped, even when she got much older.
“After I married and started having family over, she’d be right there, over my shoulder, asking if I made enough; did I want her to whip up another dish or two. Now I chuckle, because, even though she’s gone, I usually find myself wondering the same thing — is there enough to eat?”
Kellee Smith, Gary: “My mom was a woman of great faith. Since I spent much of my growing-up sitting next to her in church, when I went out on my own, I tended to shy away from religion. But as I continued to watch my mother over the years, I saw how she walked her faith and how that formed her as a woman of great compassion and kindness toward everyone.
“When she died, I promised I would try to live by her example so I might one day be half the person she was.”