In the last post I talked about how I am turning into my mother. Well, there are a thousand other aspects where I would never be like her! Cooking, for example. I wouldn’t in a million years be able to cook as yummy as my mom does. Or display as much patience and forgiveness as she does. No way! She, in turn keeps telling me how she could never be as perfect a human being as her mother was. My grandmother was a picture of perseverance and calmness. Now if these qualities are only deteriorating over generations, one can only imagine how bratty and short-tempered my grandkids are going to turn out. Oh, well, I knew all the brutishness I displayed in my teens would come to bite me in my backside some day.
Another thing I cannot do, is to shut up about how hard I work blah blah. My mom has been, without a break, getting up at 4:00am, cooking the various breakfasts and lunches and leaving home by 7 EVERY SINGLE DAY. And she has never ever uttered a peep about it. Me, on the other hand, get up royally at the crack of 7, stumble through my morning routine, and get to work. Eat out whenever I don’t feel like cooking. Have the husband cook too many times to count. And have the gall to complain to my mom that I work too hard. And the gullible mother that she is, she pities me and says if she was here she would do all that for me. Well, she did! When my parents were here last year they cooked, cleaned, fed and pampered me. They came here for a break but all they did was to pamper me! I can never see myself being so active and accommodating to my kids. I mean, who would get off the sofa and slave in the kitchen when there is food delivery, no?