They always say that little girls turn into their mothers when they grow up. It’s the kind of thing that, when you hear at age 7, you shrug and think “mom’s hairstyle isn’t that bad.” It’s the kind of thing that, when you hear at age 16, you roll your eyes and say “never.” It’s the kind of thing that, when you hear at age 22, you write about and say..
If I Turn Into My Mother..
If I turn into my mother, I’ll be the type of person who stays up until 2 a.m. waiting for the “I made it home” text. I’ll be the person who leaves the light on with my phone volume all the way, just in case anyone needs anything.
If I turn into my mother, I’ll worry about the dark lines under my eyes the next morning, because people don’t know that sometimes tired eyes are the sign of big hearts.
If I turn into my mother, I’ll value my time in whatever way it presents itself, whether a quiet hour to read or a frantic hour of cooking a quick and easy Vidalia onion dip for the holiday party.
If I turn into my mother, I’ll have a rolodex of recipes sorted by food genre, time to prepare, and number of ingredients needed, because if I turn into my mother, I’ll be the first to volunteer to bring a snack to the party.
If I turn into my mother, I’ll remember the name of all my future children’s’ playmates from pre-k to their first college roommate. I’ll also remember at least two facts about them, even if it’s just someone I meet once in passing at the grocery store.
If I turn into my mother, I’ll make sure to remember that Costco runs can be seen as an outing and I’ll bring along my loved one who really just lives for the free samples.
If I turn into my mother, I’ll dive into the worlds that my loved ones live in because, even though I may not understand the path everyone is taking, I will make it my second job to become as educated as I can possibly be on the given topic.
If I turn into my mother, I’ll have an unconditional love for everyone I meet and not only that, but I will take a genuine interest in the career paths and future dreams of those who I meet. I’ll give them a ride to the airport or let them crash on my sofa. And when they don’t seem quite as happy as usual, I’ll do everything in my power to find ways to help.
If I turn into my mother, I’ll start dying my hair to keep out the grey that comes from worrying about those people I love.
If I turn into my mother, I’ll take pride in my space and maybe learn to plant flowers and decorate a room and make crock pot meals that I’m telling you, Liz, are so easy to make. I’ll even have leftovers for a few days.
If I turn into my mother, my height would have to shrink and my heart would have to grow and I would have to learn to deal with unruly curly hair. But that’s okay.
Because if I turn into my mother, I’ll consider it the greatest blessing of my life.
Love always,
Liz
