Me, Myself and My Mother Crazy
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“You are just like your mother.”
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Those are the words that I heard over and again when I was growing up. More so from my grandmother who didn’t approve of my loud expression of self and thought processes. She’s three generations above me > father > grandfather > great-grandmother. She believes that attributes and characteristics and ways of acting are passed down from generation to generation.
When I was younger, I may have believed that; but then I went to class, read, learned, was educated on the subject. I came to my own conclusion that I some traits may be passed down. An extreme love for writing, reading and drawing, for example, I definitely believe follow the DNA in my family. My great-great-great grandmother, my great-grandmother, my grandfather, my father, my two uncles, myself, my sister, my brother, my cousin, my third cousins. Each of us love one of those three and have followed and worked to find our peace with them.
That said, having an independent voice was definitely not one of those things that I feel will connect through our DNA strands from generation to generation. I believe that is something taught. My parents divorced when I was five-years-old, and my father got custody. I saw my mother on and off for a year before she disappeared north, and it was another five years until I saw her again.
Everything we learn from early ages is engrained into us. Not learning from my mother for five years meant that I was not learning from her at all. That my independent outspokenness was not a so-much-like-your-mother moment, but instead a product of my father’s teachings to always speak my mind. Always.
But, strangely enough, I am just like my mother in so many ways. Not just one or two pieces, but many. I finally learned who my mother was and was able to bond with her finally about the age of fifteen. It took even longer to actually grow the bond and recognize the relationship between my mother and myself.
Three big things I learned:
I am crazy like my mother with strange thought processes.
I am silly like my mother with goofy actions to create a smile.
I am highly emotional like my mother with a high sensitivity to rejection.
I love every part of me that is like my mother. I may not have grown up with her, but finding where my looks come from and where my smile comes from and where my mind floats so easily. Thinking I was only like my father for so long was a great feeling for me, but then learning I was a lot like my mother too brought me closer to her.
I am every kind of crazy like she is, and I wouldn’t trade all that has followed from her DNA to mine. That statement may have irked me when I was younger, but “being just like your mother” is something that I am very happy to have learned when I grew up.
About Author: Miscelleana Rhinehart has been writing for more than five years, writing for New York used cars dealers, marketing companies and many others. With topics ranging from sports to photography, Ms. Rhinehart offers her skills to help educate others.
