Frustrating you was my favorite thing to do.
In my youth I was convinced that I was my father, through and through. I was driven and liked to used humor to lighten serious moments in time.
My parents had a very sweet relationship that I used to observe constantly. As I aged, I gained a greater appreciation for what they actually had and how unique it was. My father would do things to purposely frustrate my mom, and she was sure an easy target. He knew every little thing that would get her blood boiling, and pushed it right up to the point where she would firmly say his first AND middle name. Then they would bust out in laughter. It was a dance I never grew tired of watching.
As an adult I took on a similar banter with my mom that was fun and playful.When I was pregnant with my daughter, the summer was hot and I was getting big. My mom tried to take me shopping for cute maternity clothes, but we always left empty handed, cause all the clothes made me look fat. 😉
But, one day I walked down the block to a neighbor who was selling her maternity clothes at a garage sale and I found this great lightweight brown top for .50 cents. The first day that I wore it, I went to my mom's house and she hated it. Her loathing passion and hatred for this shirt was over whelming. So I did what any good, frustrating daughter would do, I tried to wear that shirt as often as I could around my mom. I even kept that beautiful brown top for when I was pregnant with our son...just to get under her skin.
I was talking to an employee today who was sharing stories about her daughter who is newly pregnant and unhappy in everything that she puts on. That conversation triggered my memory and reminded me of the funny story that I just shared. It is so very important to me to keep my parents alive through stories we tell. They bring a smile to peoples faces and laughter into their hearts.
Mom, frustrating you was one of my favorite things to do. Even today, I may do something where I can faintly hear her in the back of my head, saying my first AND middle name, when I do something naughty. That makes me happy!
My parents had a very sweet relationship that I used to observe constantly. As I aged, I gained a greater appreciation for what they actually had and how unique it was. My father would do things to purposely frustrate my mom, and she was sure an easy target. He knew every little thing that would get her blood boiling, and pushed it right up to the point where she would firmly say his first AND middle name. Then they would bust out in laughter. It was a dance I never grew tired of watching.
As an adult I took on a similar banter with my mom that was fun and playful.When I was pregnant with my daughter, the summer was hot and I was getting big. My mom tried to take me shopping for cute maternity clothes, but we always left empty handed, cause all the clothes made me look fat. 😉
But, one day I walked down the block to a neighbor who was selling her maternity clothes at a garage sale and I found this great lightweight brown top for .50 cents. The first day that I wore it, I went to my mom's house and she hated it. Her loathing passion and hatred for this shirt was over whelming. So I did what any good, frustrating daughter would do, I tried to wear that shirt as often as I could around my mom. I even kept that beautiful brown top for when I was pregnant with our son...just to get under her skin.
I was talking to an employee today who was sharing stories about her daughter who is newly pregnant and unhappy in everything that she puts on. That conversation triggered my memory and reminded me of the funny story that I just shared. It is so very important to me to keep my parents alive through stories we tell. They bring a smile to peoples faces and laughter into their hearts.
Mom, frustrating you was one of my favorite things to do. Even today, I may do something where I can faintly hear her in the back of my head, saying my first AND middle name, when I do something naughty. That makes me happy!
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