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.