Whose Forehead Is This?
Today at work while pondering a problem I propped up my head, forehead in the palm of my hand. I was distracted so it took me a few minutes to notice. My face felt different!?! I'm positive mine was fuller and more firm just yesterday. Of course I knew it was mine but it didn't feel right. It was a delicate area lacking the familiar fleshiness. It was the forehead of an older woman.
Dear God! First the knuckles and now this?
The swollen "Hey these are my mother's hands" joints visited me a few weeks before my birthday and decided to stay on a while. I know it happens to everyone. Those "I'm becoming my (mother, father, aunt, uncle, etc...)" moments hit you when you're already vulnerable. All those things you took for granted as just the way (Mom, Dad, etc...) was will sneak up on you. I used to tease my Mom about her speech. Little catch-phrases that sweet little southern woman used all the time used to amuse me. I'd point them out to her and tease her about them. Now, I find them sneaking into my conversations. I can honestly say I never remember saying T-total until after she died. I like to tease my relatives and tell them she's haunting me. First the cute but silly catch-phrases, then the knuckles and now the dreaded facial changes, each day I'm a little more like my mother. If you listen closely you can hear her giggling. Oh and if you've yet to begin your transformation, never fear, your day will come.
What will I do about all this? I suppose the only course of action is complaining and whining. Until those fine folks in the vitamin companies start churning out You're Nothing Like Your (Mother, Father, etc...) pills it's every terrified inner child for itself. As for now, barring a return to age-appropriate body parts, I'm going to grow some bangs and hope gloves come back in fashion.
End of rant.
Dear God! First the knuckles and now this?
The swollen "Hey these are my mother's hands" joints visited me a few weeks before my birthday and decided to stay on a while. I know it happens to everyone. Those "I'm becoming my (mother, father, aunt, uncle, etc...)" moments hit you when you're already vulnerable. All those things you took for granted as just the way (Mom, Dad, etc...) was will sneak up on you. I used to tease my Mom about her speech. Little catch-phrases that sweet little southern woman used all the time used to amuse me. I'd point them out to her and tease her about them. Now, I find them sneaking into my conversations. I can honestly say I never remember saying T-total until after she died. I like to tease my relatives and tell them she's haunting me. First the cute but silly catch-phrases, then the knuckles and now the dreaded facial changes, each day I'm a little more like my mother. If you listen closely you can hear her giggling. Oh and if you've yet to begin your transformation, never fear, your day will come.
What will I do about all this? I suppose the only course of action is complaining and whining. Until those fine folks in the vitamin companies start churning out You're Nothing Like Your (Mother, Father, etc...) pills it's every terrified inner child for itself. As for now, barring a return to age-appropriate body parts, I'm going to grow some bangs and hope gloves come back in fashion.
End of rant.
3 Comments:
Hullo Thia - Im a nonny mouse - otherwise known as Williams Mum.
I must be a late developer, because at 74 (nearly 75) I've just begun to notice things about me that are a mirror of my Mum (Bill's Nanan-nan) I catch myself humming as I work, I say silly things like hullo to the frog in the garden and the day. Ho Hum!
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Anonymous, At
11:01 PM, December 02, 2004
Hello mum!
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Bill P. Godfrey, At
11:03 PM, December 02, 2004
Hello William's Mum!
There was a tiny frog in my garage not long ago. He was the teensiest creature and quite cute. He was sitting comfortably on the handle of my laundry detergent container. I didn't want to scare him or hurt him by shaking the container and letting him fall (it was on top of the dryer). So I stood there trying to reason with a tiny frog. I wound up pleading with him to jump off of my container. Needless to say, he didn't oblige. After a while I flicked my finger against the container and startled him causing him to finally jump.
So no, saying hello to the frog in the garden doesn't seem the least bit odd to me. Just don't waste your time reasoning with him. Conventional wisdom is that they don't understand you. I suspect he understood and was just being contrary.
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Thia, At
4:45 AM, December 06, 2004