When Your Daughter Becomes You

 

 

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I always knew I wasn’t what society would refer to as the ‘typical mom’ but little did I realize just how far off I was. I am at a current state of confusion, anxiousness and desperation as my children slowly are turning into me. We all want the best for our kids and be the best examples for your kids, but what happens when your kids pick up your not so delightful habits because you can’t change everything that you are when you become a mom.

Don’t get me wrong, I am an insanely awesome human being and an even better mother but some of what I think is funny the ‘typical mom’ may not find so entertaining. I’m the mom that on a school field trip blurts out ‘who’s got the flask?’ I’m also the mom who screams while driving my 3 year old to pre-school, ‘mother-fucker get out of the way we’re late.’ So it should have been no surprise that when a car cut me off and grandpa in front of me was going 20 in a 45 my 3 year old in the back seat shouted ‘mother fucker.’ When questioned, my daughter’s response was ‘ mommy if you don’t say it then I have too!’

Yet, what really got me and made me realize my daughter has become me, was when she asked to play the song ‘and I’m stressed, yo Biggie let me get the vest.’ If you don’t listen to good music then you aren’t aware what I am referring too, but that is the Notorious B.I.G  song ‘Gimme the Loot’ in which my daughter requests.

Trust me, all of this is in so much innocence, because during a play date while watching a cartoon and I really wanna say ‘Bubble Guppies’ the cartoon asks, ‘what can we use when someone is bleeding?’ My daughter looks at her little friend and says, ‘my mommy uses a tampon!’

As much as a try to be a ‘typical mom’, I’m not a typical mom. I still hear from people from the past ‘OMG YOU’RE A MOM, HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?!’ I laugh at inappropriate things, I scream mother-fucker in traffic and I tell my kids when other kids are being little assholes. But I am also teaching them real-life lessons.

It was at this exact moment that although my daughter may have picked up on my rambunctious flaws, I realized this isn’t such a baaaaad thing.

At a weekly birthday party (I can’t figure out if it’s me that is so popular or if it’s my kids that are so popular, that we get invited too a birthday party a week) a little boy was picking on my son; now my son is quiet, polite, gentle and sweet (the complete opposite of me and my daughter). As this little boy picked on my son, whom not to mention is older than my daughter, as I was about to intervene, I watched my daughter almost as if in slow-mo.. my daughter run and tackle the bully and scream in a high-pitched 3 year old little girl voice ‘ don’t touch my brother, as she tackled him to the ground.’

Never have I been so proud.

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