The older I get, the more I seem to be spouting things my mother says. Often things I used to shake my head at when she’d say them to me as a kid. Sometimes these things are somewhat embarrassing, or silly and I end up wishing I wasn’t quite so much my mother’s daughter. But, more often than not, they are welcome treasures that make me grateful to have been raised at such a wise and astute woman.
And hey, it’s better my mother come out than, say my inner trashbag, right?