Oh My God - I sound just like my mother !! Issues Beyond Palo Alto, posted by OhMyGodIAmMyMother, a member of the Ohlone School community, on May 3, 2007 at 8:58 pm
When we were growing up, like most kids, we *hated* veggies .. our mother used to come up with tricks every other day to make us eat our share of veggies (no, french fries were not considered a "vegetable" by her - even though we argued they were made out of potato , which qualified as a "root" ). When everything else failed, she used to put her "mom's foot down" and we had to eat the veggies that were on our place.
I recall me and my sisters muttering - we will *never* to this to our children .. guess what, 28yrs later, yesterday, I found myself trying to arrange a "Face" using carrots & peas. When that didn't work, I tried to come up with a game - which failed too and finally, I found myself saying 'I am putting my special 'mom's' foot down' ... Oh My God ! I never thougth I would be saying this ever !!! I called my mom immediately :)
With the mother's day approaching - would you like to share some anecdotes which made you pause and think "oh my god, I am my mother" ! ? I am a new mom and I, for one, would be really interested in these ...
Posted by Carol, a resident of the Palo Verde neighborhood, on May 3, 2007 at 9:30 pm
I am sure that there are more, but the one that strikes me is when I tell my daughter "Get your nose out of a book and go outside and get some fresh air and exercise!" She takes after me by reading anything she can get her hands on.
Posted by Resident of CA, a resident of the Green Acres neighborhood, on May 9, 2007 at 3:29 pm
I recall my mother guiding me and directing me, inwhich I was some what reluctant to her demands, but now I catch myself saying the same things my mother & father used to say to me. It's something when everything you say & do will come right back on you and that's when it hits you, " My mother used to tell me the same thing". Now I see what she was talking about.
Posted by Carolyn, a resident of another community, on May 13, 2007 at 9:35 am
I remember a night when I finally realized that my mother wasn't actually born at the kitchen sink washing dishes: I always dried as she washed, and when we were finished one night I said (with shocking teenage impudence) "You could say thank you!" She rarely raised her voice, and didn't even then as she replied indignantly "Well who thanks me?!?"