Why funny?
Well, let’s just say the look I gave my mom when I tried to explain why the cd player was so much cooler than the walkman, is the same look my would give me when I once attempted to explain that DVDs are becoming obsolete, and Blu-Ray was the way!
Sheesh! What is really going on?
Read more of the things that, trust me, so eloquently remind you that you are a mom, and you are sounding more and more like YOUR mom.
Does any of them sound familiar? When did you begin to notice that you were becoming your mom?
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What my 8-year-old self couldn’t possibly have known is that, no matter how much you convince yourself you’ll never be like your mother, once you have kids, all bets are off. As soon as my son arrived, I found myself saying or doing things that sounded exactly like my mother. For God’s sake, I can’t even walk by a mirror these days without being shocked because I look so much like her (thanks for the nose, Mom).
Now that I am the mother of two teens, not a day goes by that I don’t make them cringe, too, as I channel my mother—and I know she’s going to love this list.
1. She didn’t understand the VCR. I can’t log into my iCloud account.
No matter how many times we tried to show her, my mom could never figure out how to tape a show. She’d ask us, and we’d roll our eyes and snark about how a monkey could tape Oprah. But I eat every single word of that snark when I beg my son to help me figure out my iCloud account. And my daughter rolls her eyes every time I ask her to “tape” something on the DVR. Shut up. I just want to watch Grey’s, kid. Make it happen.
2. She told embarrassing stories at Bunco. I have Facebook to brag about my kids.
Nothing drove me crazier than to have a neighbor squeeze my cheeks and say, “Your mom told me about you getting your new bra!” or something equally as embarrassing. Nowadays, my kids will yell, “Don’t you dare post this on Facebook!”
when they do something embarrassing or funny. Uh huh. Sure, kids…
3. She made me eat food I hated.
My least favorite dinner as a kid was frozen fish sticks and fries. When my mom would cheerfully tell me fish caught by the yellow fisherman was on the menu, I cringed. And as I painfully swallowed every bite, I promised myself I’d never force such horror on my kids. Judging from the way my kid wailed over lima beans the other night, I think it’s safe to say I broke that promise.
4. She channeled her inner Incredible Hulk in order to get us to clean our rooms.
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