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My Children Are Turning Into Me
When I was in college, I was pretty possessive with my belongings. Maybe it was the fact I grew up with a twin brother whom I was forced to share things with it, or maybe it is just in my nature, or maybe I just wasn’t used to having a roommate that would use my things without asking.
First it was my freshman year roommate who over Christmas break wore all my clothes I had left in the dorm room. Or maybe it was my crazy roommates from my junior year who hid my precious CD collection and hung personal items from the ceiling in my room over Spring Break.
I like to keep tabs on my stuff. It’s like that with my clothes, my scrapbooking supplies, my shoes. If I think something is missing (when normally it’s not, I just think it is), I search and search until it’s found. My favorite pair of jeans, for example. I will think they are clean, and then spend an hour looking all over the house only to find them hung up in my closet.
Now my oldest is doing the same thing. I put her to bed, and I often get called back in. She wants me to put her favorite CD that she left on the third step of the stairs on the counter so she knows where it is in the morning (she obviously knew where it was, she just wanted it in a “better” place). She wants her favorite skirt found and laid out for her to wear. She doesn’t get quite as crazy as I do (yet) about stuff that she thinks is lost, but I know she is heading that way.
I don’t think it’s such a bad trait to inherit from me, as I am sure there are worse things I do. But add this to the nail biting, constant talking, and the bad singing voice? Hopefully she inherits some good things from her Dad.
Amy appears every Wednesday on TriangleMom2Mom. Read more about Amy at A Family Story.
Amy Williamson
Amy is a TriangleMom2Mom featured blogger, appearing every Wednesday.
She lives in Holly Springs with her two
daughters, a four-year old aspiring High School Musical character and a
two-year old who believes every day should start at 5 a.m. Amy and her
husband met while attending Virginia Tech and relocated here two years
ago from Virginia to escape the traffic and intermittent snow. Amy
works in finance and her husband is a real estate agent. Amy enjoys
playing bassoon for the Holly Springs Community Band and can often be
found in her garage practicing and scaring off the neighborhood cats.
When I was in college, I was pretty possessive with my belongings. Maybe it was the fact I grew up with a twin brother whom I was forced to share things with it, or maybe it is just in my nature, or maybe I just wasn’t used to having a roommate that would use my things without asking.
First it was my freshman year roommate who over Christmas break wore all my clothes I had left in the dorm room. Or maybe it was my crazy roommates from my junior year who hid my precious CD collection and hung personal items from the ceiling in my room over Spring Break.
I like to keep tabs on my stuff. It’s like that with my clothes, my scrapbooking supplies, my shoes. If I think something is missing (when normally it’s not, I just think it is), I search and search until it’s found. My favorite pair of jeans, for example. I will think they are clean, and then spend an hour looking all over the house only to find them hung up in my closet.
Now my oldest is doing the same thing. I put her to bed, and I often get called back in. She wants me to put her favorite CD that she left on the third step of the stairs on the counter so she knows where it is in the morning (she obviously knew where it was, she just wanted it in a “better” place). She wants her favorite skirt found and laid out for her to wear. She doesn’t get quite as crazy as I do (yet) about stuff that she thinks is lost, but I know she is heading that way.
I don’t think it’s such a bad trait to inherit from me, as I am sure there are worse things I do. But add this to the nail biting, constant talking, and the bad singing voice? Hopefully she inherits some good things from her Dad.
Amy appears every Wednesday on TriangleMom2Mom. Read more about Amy at A Family Story.
Amy Williamson
Amy is a TriangleMom2Mom featured blogger, appearing every Wednesday.
She lives in Holly Springs with her two daughters, a four-year old aspiring High School Musical character and a two-year old who believes every day should start at 5 a.m. Amy and her husband met while attending Virginia Tech and relocated here two years ago from Virginia to escape the traffic and intermittent snow. Amy works in finance and her husband is a real estate agent. Amy enjoys playing bassoon for the Holly Springs Community Band and can often be found in her garage practicing and scaring off the neighborhood cats.
Comments
I have now learned that when I am about to go crazy looking for something, ask my daughter. Even if it's something that I can't imagine that she would want. "Honey, do you have my book on the state of the economy?"
I am possessive of my things, particularly my food.I am not one of those people that offers "a taste" when eating with others. I once reflexively slapped my husband's hand when he reached his fork into my plate leaving everyone at the table speechless.
The acorn doesn't fall far from the tree around here either. My girls are turning into me as well. My husband alternates between amusement and panic. He signed up to marry me, not 3 of me.