Mother Knows Best, But Now I’m the Mama

In many instances in my life, my mother has known best.  Cigarettes did taste awful and just made me cough.  Those mean girls in school really did turn out to just be insecure.  I discovered this, and some other delicious payback, at our 10-year reunion.  But that is a story for a different type of blog.  There is nothing more important then family, even when your little pain in the ass brother does something that makes you want to pummel him…or torture him by dressing him up as a girl.  Nope, I would NEVER do that.  And finally, although there are certainly many more examples, I did just know when it was the right guy.  I never believed that I would, but there again, she was right.  SHE even knew he was the right guy, before I told her.  I cringe to even admit all of this.  I can just see my mom grinning with delight.  “Aha, she finally admits it.  I am right!”

By the time I got married, I had already come to this conclusion and had stopped avoiding my mother’s advice and instead often sought it out.  We talked daily and the questions were endless.  What should I do about my job?  Did these shoes match this dress?  How do I solve this or that problem?  She was a reliable and helpfully opinionated sounding board.

Which is why we were both surprised about how the balance of our relationship changed when I gave birth to my daughter.  In the blink of a contraction, I was the proud owner of this small, red, wriggling bundle of joy, and she was completely my responsibility.  The magnitude of it all was exhilarating, awe inspiring and terrifying all at the same time.  But I was ready for it.  I had read the books, taken the classes, interviewed pediatricians and babysat for my friend’s kids.  I was armed with knowledge and a fair amount of adrenaline.  Suddenly I became the mother who knows best.

Don’t get me wrong, I still go straight to my mom when I have a friend, work, fashion, life question.  And I am always poking and prodding her for stories about when I was little and what things were like when I was growing up.  But when I have a mom question, things are a bit different and she is not always my first phone call.  It has been a strange adjustment for both of us.

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