PS My mom AND sister might kill me for posting this… but they look so much alike, it’s almost unbelievable. We dressed Stacy up like her one night and my grandmother’s boyfriend thought my sister was my mom. I was doubled over from laughing so hard.
One of the weirdest parts about getting older has been finding out that parents are people. Weird, right? I mean, I know my parents are people (duh), but I always just assumed that they were perfect and had things completely together and knew the right answer for everything. Now that isn’t to say they don’t have the right answer (most of the time…).
My parents and I have always, thankfully, been close. Recently, especially since leaving college, we’ve become more like real friends. And I love it.
But there is something alarming about growing up in the shadow of my parents. I am seriously turning into them. It’s weird and amazing. Definitely one of those life things that simultaneously freaks me out and makes me proud. Because they are my parents and I am totally a product of their relationship, their love, their genetics.
There are times when I look at a picture of myself and SEE my mom. (Oh goodness, with glasses? It’s scary.) There are times when I walk past a mirror and do a double take because an expression I’m wearing is just like my dad’s. I laugh at jokes I know my mom would be laughing at. Sometimes my thoughts about business decisions and strategy sound more like my dad than I’m willing to admit.
These fleeting moments are becoming more and more common. I don’t hate it.
The other day, I went to clean out my second closet. It’s little and in between my kitchen and my bathroom. I use it as a coat and shoe closet, but it’s also been a storage solution for this little problem that I have. Shoe boxes, shirt boxes, pretty boxes. Things, for whatever reason, I decided to store instead of throwing out. And the collection has been growing and growing. In an effort to get my handbags organized (and off of my kitchen table), I decided to clean out the boxes and use that shelf for the bags.
OMG. What I discovered was that the problem was way worse than I realized.
How did all of those boxes fit in the closet in the first place?! But see the even bigger issue is that this is something my mom does. 100%. My mom collects nice boxes. One time my dad threw out the boxes in the garage and it was not a good day. And there was one time I came home from college and my entire closet was unusable because it was FILLED with boxes. (And my closet at home is half the size of my bedroom.)
I staged an intervention– because what else would a concerned daughter do? I forced her to watch an episode of “Hoarders” and then the she marched straight into the closet and got rid of every single box. I guess this is my payback…. I had to do the same thing. It was kind of hard (omg Ralph Lauren boxes are just beautiful), but then it ended up being a great little cathartic exercise as I flattened every top and box.
Now my closet is filled with organized handbags and I now know that I am my mother in so many ways. Sheesh.
Have you realized that you’re turning into your mom or dad?