I can't list heart warming memories that would make my mother's day entry. Just the thought of trying to list of few is somewhat overwhelming. But rather than just listing memories, I think laughing with her. We have the same snarky sense of humor. Because of the sense of calm I get from a speck of a laugh, I call her almost everyday.
That's right, I am 40 years old and I call my mom almost everyday. (Except when she went to England several months ago...I was at a loss for two weeks. She was seeing sights that she waited a lifetime to see, so I avoided calling her to tell her that Rachel was becoming a biter.) Even if I have nothing to say, I still need that routine. When I hear other women talk about having a close relationship with their mother, I usually recoil and leave that conversation. Referring to my mom's relationship as close sounds like a commercial about a yeast infection remedy.
I talk to my mom about Laurel and Rachel having perfect behavior which usually leads to a good blog idea. Perhaps there is a complaint about Ching...also blog gold. Regardless of what we talk about, I enjoy the laughter and the ear. I am also grateful that I can model my mothering style around hers. I appreciate the good days and I try not to beat myself up on any regrets.
Yes, I do rely on my mother's background as a teacher to make sure that the girls are on track. I do bounce questions that I should ask the teachers off my mother...she usually will give me the thumb's up or down (so I don't become one of those asshole parents.) I do ask for childcare every now and then...but I call it that..watching the girls. I don't try to disguise by saying, "Oh, do you want spend time with your granddaughters?"
My mother and I were not best friends as I grew up as it should be. But now as an adult, I do like my mother and the fact that we are related just seems coincidental. I hope I am on the same path with my girls for the same. I will be able to hear that eye roll on the other end of the phone when they are adults.
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