It is official ... I have turned into my mother.
I sat here at the kitchen table with my son telling him to chew with his mouth closed. I was going on and on about manners. Don't get me wrong, manners are important and overlooked way too much.
I sounded just like she did when I was that age. It was scary. I would see signs in the past couple of years. I would just console myself saying that it was just this once, it will never happen again. I can't overlook or rationalize it anymore. I am becoming my mother ... how do I stop this?
What can I do? Where is this going to end? I can't look in the mirror and see the same short haircut! I cannot, under any circumstances, wear a fanny pack! No polyester, no orthopedic shoes! It is time for the pledge!
I will always lover my mother, but cannot become her:
I vow to never wear polyester pants ( or shorts)!
I vow to never cut my hair in a 1970's shag!
I vow to never wear a fannypack!
I vow to never wear orthopedic shoes before age 70!
I vow to never complain incessantly about my aches or pains!
I vow to never ever close my mind or heart to new experiences and/or ideas!
This is my vow ..... what's yours?