Some women and their moms are peas in a pod. People describe them as cut from the same cloth, more of the same, me and mini-me. Not so in my case. My mom and I see the world differently, want different things from our life experiences, and have different comfort zones. If we’re cloth, I’m linen and she’s lace.
I long to explore other worlds; she works hard to make her own world beautiful.
I fight to prove my self-sufficiency; she has made a life taking care of others.
I paint a room in broad strokes; she focuses on the trim.
And yet, I wouldn’t be who I am without her influence.
She built a world that left me comfortable enough to explore others because I didn’t have to worry about my own.
She taught me what she knew: life skills such as cooking, running a household, caring for children, checking the details (although I’ve never, ever given a plant a milk bath since I’ve been on my own). Her care actually fostered my self-sufficiency.
And the rooms we’ve painted, both real and metaphorical, always look better when we work together.
We may be cut from different cloth, but we make a fine outfit.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.