It has finally happened.
I have become my mother.
Every daughter has that fear and makes a pact with their sister/best friend/cousin/daughter to inform us of that moment so we can take stalk of our lives and figure out how to correct the anomaly from happening. Unfortunately for me, no one told me. I had to discover this for myself in public. So this is an open letter to my Sister and Daughter.
Dear Sister and ChatterBox,
You suck.
Love Robyn/Mom
Don’t get me wrong, my mom is awesome. She does things that we all tease about and accuse her of being crazy, but I know you do the same to your mom. That is how daughters roll. It is called evolution. Then one day it happens to us. We turn into our mothers. We hear her words in our words, we see her figure in our figure, we notice her OCD tendencies in our OCD tendencies and we realize we married our fathers.
Dear Mom,
Thanks (for nothing!)
I love you
Love Skichucky
Yes, my parents call me Skichucky. Tease me, I dare you.
One day I was sitting in the car with my mom and sister and mom said something. I can’t recall what it was, but I said to her, “Mom, remember when you said we were to tell you when you started becoming Grandma? Well, it’s happening.”
Mom replied with, “OMG (or something worse, I can’t remember) you are right! I do sound like my mother!!!!!”
She took immediate action to alter her behaviour pattern, every now and then it comes back. I like to think of it as a birthright. It makes me feel better calling it a birthright so stop hassling me already. Your turn is coming, I promise you.
I use to work in the family business. One day my mom came into the office and she was limping.
Me: Mom? OMG Mom what happened???
Mom: What are you talking about?
Me: Mom! You are limping!!
Mom: What???
We looked at her feet and noticed she was wearing two completely different shoes. One Navy and one Black. The Navy shoe had a heel and the Black shoe was a ballerina flat.
Of course she was limping. You try walking in two different heel sizes and see what happens!!
In my infinite wisdom of 34, I said “MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM How could you leave the house like that???? I am clearing you appointments and you are staying in the office today unless you are going home to change! GEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE MOM!!!”
Dear Mom,
I am sorry I criticized you and judged you.
Please forgive me.
Love Skichucky
Yesterday I went for a run. I have two different pairs of running shoes. Both are Adidas Gel 4, both have the same lacing configuration, yet each pair is a different colour. I rotate my shoes because I fear plantar fasciitis. I carefully monitor the mileage on my shoes and get new ones when they wear out. I rotate through the shoes (every run) to give each shoe the opportunity to gain the same mileage as the other. They wear out at the same rate and my feet are happy campers.
As of late, I have had a lot on my mind. I have a heavy course load because one of the projects is not pretend it is real life. I am focusing on it and think about it lots because detail will be paramount in the execution of this project. I am excited about it, but it is scary as well. I have not been sleeping well and I think the fatigue from driving home after the race in Calgary is still affecting me. I also have that tumour annoyance in my brain.
Okay…Okay…All of these are excuses.
If I turned on the light in the hallway to grab my shoes this wouldn’t have happened:
I didn’t notice it until my 5th hill climb. Obviously I don’t look at my feet when I run.
This is what I learned from yesterday’s shoe episode:
- If you can’t dress yourself, hire a Lady’s Maid (Downton Abbey taught me that)
- If someone asks about the separate shoes, lie and say it is a training technique.
- Stay focused on the task at hand. Think about the project while running. That is when you do your best thinking.
- Start buying the same colour shoes and label them on the INSIDE
- Take a picture and brag about your forgetfulness before anyone can tease you first.
Dear Mom,
Let’s get matching Lady’s Maids for us.
Then let’s go shoe shopping.
Love Skichucky
This is me and my parents in the good old days when we had it all going on and didn’t need Lady’s Maids
Musings of The Edmonton Tourist 
Hey, it’s GOOD that you don’t look at your feet when you run. You’re not supposed to. Let’s think of the positives here. 😉
Also, you can see my mom on our SPIbelt post. BECAUSE SHE ENTERED TO WIN A SPIBELT. She doesn’t run. She just likes to win things.
I clearly love this post.
HaHa Moms are awesome! The spibelt would be handy for all sorts of events, I bet your mom will find a way to utilize it with gusto 🙂
She can borrow mine and embarrass me that way. 😉
I’ve done this but with flip flops and wore them to work where I led groups all day long. I had on one brown and one black flip flop. I only noticed when I sat down at the end of the day. Oh well, I played it up. So it happens. 🙂 Oh and I am becoming my mom and trying so hard not to!
This is becoming an epidemic! You would think evolution would prevent the mismatched shoes and the whole mom thing…oh well. 🙂
Lately I have heard my mother in my laugh & in some of the phrases I use, but I will never BE my mother. It would be too cruel a joke!
Welcome to the club!!
I went to work once with similar-but-not-quite matching shoes (black and navy) which looked identical in the early dawn first day of commuting to New York City light,. In the florescent office light, i might as well had been wearing your Adidas, so distinct and bright the difference!
😀 aren’t we a pair!