Magic Mirror on the Wall...

A strange phenomenon is starting to happen to me.  Sometimes when I look in the mirror I get a glimpse of someone, be it ever so brief, and that someone isn't me.  Who could this stunning creature looking back at me be, you may ask.  Jake Gyllenhal?  Channing Tatum?  George Clooney?  All very , very good guesses, but no, none of them are right.

I am talking about my mother.

Now this shouldn't come as a surprise to me.  I've heard all my life "you look just like your mother" or "you can certainly tell she's your mother."  I never understood this one because, if you know my mother, it wouldn't matter what she looked like because she has ALWAYS acted like my mother.  What I wasn't prepared for was, at the age of forty to start acting like her.

Our uncanny looks aside I have to say I have always been my mothers child.  We have the same hair trigger temper, disgust with stupidity, speaking voices that could be lowered just an octave or two, and, allegedly, the same ability to silence a room with one withering look.  That is not what I am talking about.  Let me give you a glimpse into how I am slowly turning from a self described "International party Boy" (I know, I like the ring of it too) into a middle aged grandparent.

1.  Pickling:  I never knew what this meant and until recently I wasn't truly one hundred percent on board with the fact that pickles were actually cucumbers.  In all actuality I didn't care.  My pickles came from a jar with the word "Vlassic" clearly printed on the label.  Why the hell would I learn how to do this because I have never seen the shelves of the Winn Dixie out of them.  Well, not only have I learned to pickle I am enjoying it.  Who knew?  My next venture is going to be green beans.  I mean they aren't going to pickle themselves for my brunch time Bloody Mary.

2.  Conservative instead of sporty:  recently you could catch me at any number of red lights in the tri-state area with the top of my Miata down, CD player wailing the latest whatever, newest pair of sunglasses on headed for destinations unknown.  Hell one time Jeff and I went to the Bahamas with just a few days notice and my oldest friend Lisa and myself once spent new years in three states with just our pajamas!  The world was my oyster!  Well, that oyster has apparently been shucked cause if it don't happen in midtown I don't give a damn about it and you can almost be certain that if I RSVP'd yes to it that it was simply to not hurt the invitation senders feelings.  The Miata is gone, replaced with a very nondescript little economy car that barely gets me noticed...okay so its a Mercedes, it's black with a sunroof and I love it, but it has four doors so there...

3.  Style and Comfort:  One thing I learned from my mother is "there is no reason to ever look bad in public"  This is one of the reasons that I am currently wrestling with the desire to maybe try on a pair of Crocs because I know she just wouldn't have it, or would she.  While I will readily admit that my mother ALWAYS looks amazing, and I am not just saying that, he heels have gotten a little shorter, her Mardi Gras gowns are put away for good, and she is just as comfortable in a pair of cotton slacks as she is a silk suit.  Hell, maybe I'll try those Crocs on.....nah, probably not.

4.  Bedtime:  10:30 on a school nite no questions asked.  This means that my ambien is happily ingested by 10:00.

There are other ways I am changing, much like she changed when Sutton came into our world.  It doesn't bother me if Chloee is in my bedroom rolling a $500.00 crystal vase on the carpet or playing with my Rolex in the tub because it is making her happy.  In the big scheme of things, it really is no big deal

 So I guess I am okay with this new reflection that I am seeing. 

After all, it was modeled after the best  :)