Have you had a moment when you realize that you have, in fact, turned into your parents, in one way or another? My brothers have teased me for years, but lately, I think the transformation has been completed.
I don’t really mind; I’ve always thought my mom was kind of a bad ass in an unassuming way. But when phrases come out of my mouth, in the exact word and intonation as she expressed in 1982, it kind of freaks me out.
My latest phrase is in regards to food and grocery shopping. My kids are starting to eat food at an alarming rate. Fruit, cereal, yogurt, crackers, granola bars, and string cheese just pass through our house, from the grocery bag to their mouths. It’s sort of mind-boggling how a 4-foot-tall child can consume so much, but it’s true. And when she (and he) are clamoring for a second bowl of yogurt or a third serving of crackers, I say the words my mother uttered to my brother and me, “When it’s gone, it’s gone.”
As a kid, I didn’t get it. So what if we ate all of the Little Debbie Star Crunches in two days? Why not just run into the store and get more? Excuse us for drinking all of the orange juice, we were thirsty. They have it at the store, what’s the big deal?
As a grown up, now saddled with responsibility, a schedule, and expenses, here’s the big deal, toots – my life doesn’t revolve around feeding you.
My mom never put it that way, she simply put the parameter out there – except for milk (which she used in her coffee), if we ran out of anything, we would make it until Tuesday, which was the day she went shopping. I have now implemented the same rule, except that my kids drink rice drink and I use half and half in my coffee (yes, we are fancy). If we run out of either of those, I will go to the store. Other than that, we can make it through until Tuesday.
Have you become your mother/father/grandmother/grandfather?