I am my mother's daughter.
|Mom, me, Great-Grandma B, Grandma F.|
And, quite truthfully, I am proud of this. In fact, there are times I wish I had some more of my mother's traits. She seems to be able to maintain a calmness and pleasantness in the face of adversity that I just don't have.
Yet, here is my question. Likely 99.999999% of the troubles I had with my mother were based on me talking back. Where did I learn this? Clearly I must have had a good role model. See, I'm thinking I learned it all from her. So really, shouldn't she have been glad to have created a child willing to speak up for herself instead of constantly chastising her for that? I suppose we'll never really know the answer.
Still, and all, I'm glad my mom is my mom. I'm glad she's at least partly responsible for making me who I am today. If only I could remember why.**
*It's a bit of a trick to teach a calf to drink from a bucket. The general trick is to lead her mouth to the fluid by allowing her to suck your fingers. The problem is that the calf believes that butting her head is a good way to get said fluid. So, the calf butts her head and the teacher's fingers end up painfully trapped between the bottom of the bucket and the edges of the calf's teeth.
**One trait I do seem to have escaped is my mother's tendency to not remember things.
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