As moms, we’ve all experienced this phenomenon at one point or another – your kid does or says something, well, kid-like and you respond with some old chestnut that you’ve heard pop out of your mom’s mouth a million times – you might even look around to see if you could possibly be channeling her energy somehow because there’s absolutely no way you could’ve just said that, right? Yep, it’s happened to all of us.
And I can live with that. I can even live with the fact that, sometimes, some of that stuff actually makes sense to me now, and eventually my kid will probably experience this special joy with his own children. It’s the circle of life.
But now, not only am I channeling my mom’s words, apparently she’s broken out all over my face.
Although I bear a strong resemblance to my mom (again, something I see now, not when I was a kid. As a 15-year-old the last thing I wanted to hear was that I looked exactly like my mom!), I’ve always felt that I had my own unique look, not a replica but more of a mix of features that added up to a new edition in the family library, not necessarily a reprint.
Well, my son dispelled that theory recently while we were looking through some family photos. He turned to me and let me know in no uncertain terms:
“Mom, you look exactly like grandma, not grandma now, but a younger version of grandma. Like maybe when she was fifty.” (Full disclosure, I will be fifty this year). And did he just say I look fifty? At that moment I was over the part about looking like grandma and choking over the part about looking fifty.
I then imparted another old chestnut that will serve him well as he gets older: never talk about a woman’s age. He doesn’t get it quite yet, but at thirteen, I don’t expect him to. The same way our mother’s words sometimes leap out of our mouths today, he’ll understand it later.
You don’t know these folks, but can you spot the resemblance? Let me know in the comments!