Oh Boy!
When I was growing, I swore to myself that I would not be like my Mom. There was no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I absolutely refused to have any characteristics of my Mom. Wouldn't you know it? The older I become, the more I become just like her.
Whenever she rides with me, she hangs on to anything for dear life. I usually go below the speed limit when she's with me. I am always hoping that will calm her down. It never does. When I glance over to check on her, many times I would she her stamping her foot down on the imaginary brake she has.
So imagine my dismay when I was riding with my son and I start doing the same thing as my Mom! Those imaginary brakes don't work too well! We arrive home safe and sound. My son looks at me and says, "Mom, I think I drive better without you in the car!".
I haven't had the
posted by SEAWITCH at
9:41:00 AM
6 Comments:
My oldest kid is four... I am NOT looking forward to those days!
brooke,
It's an interesting time.
They tell me it is inevidible. Get used to it :P
patrick,
Never!! :)
I'm glad that I have a crazy mother, in a good sense.
emanuel,
My son thinks I'm crazy. He can't figure out why I keep calling him in the afternoon to see if he's made it home okay. The calls are prompted when I hear the traffic reports and there's an accident on the route he travels to and from work.
His Dad has the luxery of calling me when he hears the same reports.
I don't think I'll ever stop worrying about my son no matter how old he is. I guess that is a good thing I got from my Mom. She calls all of us when she hears about traffic accidents and all my brothers and sisters and I are in our 40's now!
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