My mom is coming tomorrow. I am 50% excited and 50% anxious (+/- 10% margin of error). She last saw my girl at only seven days old– she is a totally different kid now. She has a bag full of tricks that bring my joy everyday. I cannot wait to show her off.
Back to my mother…our last visit was three weeks long and went seriously downhill after the first week. I am hoping to avoid the tension this time. Sure, like that could actually happen. Ok– I am hoping to minimize the tension this time. I love her dearly, but she is retired and lives alone and as is common with her ilk, she has a plethora of idiosyncratic behaviors–all of which are nails on a chalkboard to me. There are the spontaneous bursts of singing and whistling–anytime/any where, the need to make up crazy words and act like she has always said them, her ability to say something inappropriate in any situation………there are so many others it makes my head spin.
I will miss these same things when she is gone and she will be gone before I know it. She will never fit into the mold I would make for her. In 30 years, my girl will bitch about me in her blog. I guess it is time to get over myself and appreciate my mom for who she is, not who I wish she would be.
