When I was little, I used to watch my mom put on her makeup. The way she burned her eyeliner to make it soft to go on smooth, the way she would roll her lipstick across her lips. I used to watch her choose what to wear and I thought she always looked so put together. Then, as I got a little older and in my teens I thought she wore too much blush and we nicknamed her Polly Ester because that seemed to be what she lived in and me and my brother hated it.
My mom would not let us wash dishes because she did it quicker and better. We were not allowed to use her washer and dryer because she said we would break it. She left post it notes for us giving us directions when she wasn't at home. If I did not clean my room to her satisfaction, she did it for me, her way and threw stuff away in the process. I hated it and I hated living there sometimes.
Then, I moved out, had a family and household of my own and started doing things my way.
But yesterday, I realized that I am in more ways than I ever thought I would, becoming like my mother. My mom lives in Texas now and when we went to visit her she had to show us the Super Wal-Mart. This is a place she could go for everything she needed, including groceries. We were not too amazed, I mean it was only Wal-Mart and we do have those here. Yeah, it was neat to see the groceries in Wal-Mart because my Wal-Mart didn't really have all that.
Little did I know that one day I would walk into my neighborhood Wal-Mart and I would have groceries accessible to me....until yesterday! After months of hating Wal-Mart because of this huge remodeling thing they were doing we received a five dollar gift card in the mail telling us to come check out the new grocery section and informing us remodeling is done. When I walked in, I was so amazed! They had everything I needed!!! It was awkward, but there in front of me was produce and soooo cheap too! I kept telling my son..."Wow, do you know how happy I am?" To which he kept responding..."Calm down Mom!" Now I knew what made my mom so excitedly happy.
The husband is always telling me I worry too much and I am just like my mother. I thought about that this weekend and I realized, I am like her...but when did that happen? What happened to the teenager who rebelled and told my mom, she was not my mother because she was White and I looked Mexican?
I realized that my teenage daughter never cleans her room how I want it and there I am throwing junk away and doing it myself. There I am leaving notes for my family when I am not around giving them instructions on how to do whatever when I am not around. There I am nagging him and worrying like crazy. There I am washing the dishes myself and doing the laundry myself too. There I am with polyester pants...OMG...I have become my mother.
It isn't as bad as I thought it would be. I cannot help it if I just want things done my way...my mother's way. I love you Mom!
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