How I became my mother
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Bertie: “When can I have a DS or a Wii?”
Me: “Never”
Bertie: “But xyz has one”
Me: “So? I’m not xyz’s mother”
Bertie: “But that’s not fair. xyz has one, why can’t I”
Me: “Because I said so and I’m your mother”
Bertie: “But xyz’s mum lets xyz have one”
Me: “And if xyz had a big spot on the end of his nose would you want one too? If xyz jumped off a cliff, would you too?”
And in that 60 seconds time had stood still and reversed to the late 1970s and I’d turned in to my mother. It was always coming.
Wha ha ha ha. Happens to the best of us. I’m dying to become a Granny so I can see it happening to my girls.
I bet your Mum would’ve laughed and laughed.
Spud, it happens to all of us. Now that I’m past 50 I find myself saying things my parents said that I swore I would never say, and apologizing to young men and women all the time. It’s just inevitable…might as well enjoy it!
Ah Tuppence!
yip. I hear my mother’s voice coming out of my mouth more and more these days!
Yup, sounds familiar…