Mirror, Mirror on the Wall..I am my Mother...EEK!!

While we are young, we have all uttered those infamous words “I will never say that to my children!". Yet, here we are eating those words in which we muttered under our breath so many years ago. For it is now we understand why some animals eat their young and why our mothers’ hair turned that shade of grey so early on in life. It had nothing to do with bad genes or poor diet, it had to do with the un-ending torrent of "Mine's" and "Stop touching me's" or the preverbal " I had it first's". Our mothers were not crazed women; they were normal beings being pushed to that point where the filmmakers got the idea for the movie the "Exorcist". That was not the work of some psychotic mind, which was a memory from youth I'm sure. Mothers are our joy and our pain, all in the same memory of life, as we grow we realize that we have become them in so many ways. We take on not only their way of parenting, but their way of life. They taught us to live as well as to grow. That is how mothers know that each grey hair was worth the glass of wine, the occasional meltdown in middle of the crowded restaurant as they told the world they would never go in public with us again. These are their moments, the shining examples of their life's work. They are remembered in life by what they leave behind...US.