HELP! I turned into my mother!

Jessica - Acworth, Georgia
Entered on November 28, 2007
Age Group: 18 - 30
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Crazy, neurotic, caring, and loving: this would be my mother if it’s possible to sum up someone within a few words. My mom is the kind of crazy that does not try to hide behind closed doors. When ever my friends come over, she talks to them in her New Orleans style accent about our four cats and how each one has its own personality. She also tells my friends what we will have for dinner instead of asking them what they would like to eat. She says that if they don’t like it they can make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She can be slightly neurotic at times, especially around the holidays. Although she is crazy, she is crazy because she is so caring. She will do anything for the people she loves, except make them the meal they requested. Her love stretches over actions into a feeling of belonging and warmth.

She, like everyone, is complex, and whether I like it or not I am a by product of her. We all are the by products of our parents. Some people realize they turned into their parents when they have kids or when they are talking to friends and end up voicing the same opinions that their parents have. I have tried very hard not to become my mother. When I realized I was like her, it was not a slow long relization, but a strong and sudden thump on my head.

It was last year around the Christmas season, and I was trying to think of cheap presents to give family members, just like my mother. She always tries to find the best deals and will save and clip coupons. It is common for my mother to return and re buy an item because it recently went on sale. I was walking around Wal-Mart with my list of items, each one marked with the desired price points, (just like what my mother dose). I was completely oblivious of my surroundings it felt as if I had tunnel vision. I ignored innocent bystanders as I made my mission through Wal-mart. I was looking at a scarf for my dad. I had the scarf in one hand, a calculator in another, and my list crumpled underneath the calculator. I happened to look over at a full length mirror that was next to me, and I noticed my stance and all the things in my hand. That’s when it hit me! I felt as if all of my blood in my body rush to my head, and I began to feel faint. Out loud for everyone to hear I said, “Oh my god I am my mother!” An old lady was looking at gloves and said, “Wow, it took me sixty five years to realize that.” Although I never wanted to become my mother, it did happen. But, I wouldn’t want to be like anyone else because she is such an amazing, interesting, and complex person.