It's definitely happening - I'm turning into my Mom. I know as parents, at some point, we hear ourselves say something to our kids that makes us look in the mirror like, "Huh? Was that me? I mean, if that was my Mom, and it sure sounded like her... then who am I?" Yeah, been there - done that. What I'm talking about means the transformations is in full swing.
I yell at sporting events. I have been known to run up and down the sidelines during my sons' soccer games... and football games. OK and basketball games (not always). Uhm, and at the skatepark. And school plays. OK, I do NOT run around during school plays - but I can clearly be heard over the clapping (and I have ruined a recording or 6 because of my... erh... vocal projection).
Of course, in my head, there's little wrong with my enthusiasm and expressions of joy. But then one day, I told a friend about how my Mom's yelling would embarrass me at games. But she had it bad. These weren't my games. Still, she'd yell at the referees and nearly jump out of the bleachers cheering on her team. Never mind that she didn't know any of the players. Small detail. Small detail.
It wasn't complete torture, she was nice enough to allow me to sit with my friends. And yes, even at the concession stand I would try to act as if I didn't know her. But it never failed... soon after one of her "expressive displays" a friend/acquaintance/man on the street would say, "Allison, isn't that you mother?"
So, in telling that story and looking at my son's face when he looked over and saw me running, yelling, cheering, coaching at his game, it became clear: I really am turning into my Mom.
My Mom's a neat lady -- I'll cheer to that.
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Casting Lindsey
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