I guess realizing that College Girl is taking on some of my personality traits – you know, the adult ones, makes me think about all the things I see in her that remind me of me. I think both girls look like their dad, and that the Big Guy resembles my side of the family. But on any given day, you can find a different opinion on that from people who know us all. I guess our molds are similar.

Friends of CG give her grief for saying hmmmm…a lot. You see me type it. Well, I say it all the time too. Sometimes hmmmmm? Most of the time, just hmmmmmm. She’ll be hanging out with 4 or 5 girls and before you know it, the room is saying hmmmmm after each comment. I think if it were just me it was imitating, she’d mind it, but I got it from my Mom, “Grandmommy”. CG adored her. There’s nothing like Grandparents. “Real” Grandparents. My mom was the only “real” as in “pay attention to the kids” grandparent she’s known.

Yep, she was the appendix Grandparent. No one’s completely perfect.

Of course I picked up some odd…other odd habits from my Mom and Grandmom (Muca). For instance, I always have a tissue or two in my pocket. I keep them until I use them or until they fall apart. Then I replace them. TP counts. I’d find it all over Muca’s house when she was older. She’d keep them balled up in her fist. I think that’s why it feels good to have them.

I keep mints in a bowl. I don’t like mints. Aren’t you supposed to? I would keep those pink round Pepto Bismol colored mints in the bowl because that reminds me of being 4, but I can’t find them, and I think they’d get dusty. Cute and Sassy eats the mints I have on the way out the door, so someone likes them…

I go to the sink and chug a glass of water first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Unless I’m away from home and then I don’t really trust hotel glasses…too many Dateline exclusives. BTW, I don’t have to P in the middle of the night. But don’t dare get in my way in the morning. My Mom’s worst fear was being thirsty. It was the one thing she spoke to me about before she died. I watched the IV drip like a hawk, ready to pull a Terms of Endearment if I had to.

Sometimes it’s the little things that make you  feel a little closer, more connected to your past.  Sometimes it’s the little things you fear your child will carry forward.  Or hope they will take with them to connect with you. 

How about you?