When I was just a little girl I can recall looking at my mother and thinking not only was she the most beautiful woman in the world, but she was MAGIC! I thought I was the luckiest kid around. Mom could hem a skirt in under a minute while she packed my lunch, and filled me full of confidence for the day ahead. Even the woman's spit could keep up my best dress shoes, and fix the fly-aways in my hair. She could make a magically unforgettable day out of the worst of days. Money was an issue, but mom always found a way to make sure I wasn't embarrassed by hand me downs and generics. She laughed at all my attempts to be funny, even when I was less than entertaining to the rest of the world.
Somewhere between the age of 20 and 30, something changed in a very subtle way. Suddenly every word out of my mouth made her scream at me, or worse cry. I wasn't so funny anymore. My attempts at making light made things worse, and my efforts to take make sense seemed to further agitate her. Then it was suddenly am imposition to even have a conversation with her. I found the I could offend her with the tiniest sneeze. Her voice became a signal that my not so distant future would be miserable, and soon became like nails on a chalk board.
Most women know what I'm talking about. You love them dearly, they'll always be your "mama", but they have this odd ability to get under your skin like no other. The feeling is mutual, yet oddly incomprehensible.
My theory is: WE KNOW TOO MUCH ABOUT THE TRUTH! The truth being, what the real meaning of that flip of the hair, or raise of the eyebrow. There is no hiding from each other. That light giggle sounds more like vomit splashing in the toilet bowl when you know that it's translation. A pat on the back feels like slap in the face and a peck on the cheek nearly knocks you on your ass!
Mothers and daughter alike know the truth about each other, and we can NOT handle the truth.....
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