Ever since becoming a wife and a mom, my husband likes to point out when I’m being just like my mom. When I must have every part of every day planned out. When I nag him about doing something around the house. When I say, “I’m just saying!.” When he first started messing with me about it, I did not see it at all. I thought my mom and I were polar opposites.
To be honest, I didn’t really get along with my mom when I was a teenager. I realize now that it was because we ARE so much alike. We both had to have things go our way, but our ways never aligned with each others. She always wanted to do things together, I wanted to be with my friends. She asked 500 questions about everything, I didn’t want to tell her anything. I would close out my world to her- literally, whenever I did come home I went to my room and shut the door.
A lot of those things I feel bad for, and I think she knows that, at least I hope so. I was just this overdramatic girl who felt like she needed to prove something. I felt like I had to prove that I could be independent and do everything on my own (and I still do sometimes.)
I’ve come to realize, though, that I get that strong will, stubbornness and independence from her, and I LOVE IT. I want to embrace it as much as she does. She gets things done because she feels like she needs to do them herself. She doesn’t take “no” for an answer when she offers to pay for a friend’s coffee. She never asks for help, but is always there to give it- even when that means taking a day off of work to come take care of her 22-year-old when she’s sick.
You see, for some reason I thought all of these traits were making me a terrible person. But if I use them for good, like my mom does, we can conquer this world together.
So thank you, mom, for making me into the person you always knew I could be. For giving me this fight in my veins to take on anything. For this softness in my heart to love others unconditionally. For giving me MY independence, but still willing to save me when I fall on my face. Thank you for my big forehead, sarcastic comebacks to everything that only we seem to find funny, and my cheesy smile.
I’m proud to say, I got it from my momma.
P.S. sorry mom if I made you cry 🙂