I recently discovered I sound just like my mom. No, I don’t mean the things I say, although recently uttering the sentence “You better stop crying or I’ll give you something to cry about”, was a fairly traumatic turning point for me. But apparently I’m not alone there
What I mean is the tone of my voice is very similar to my mom’s.
We have these old cassette tapes my mom made when my brother was five and I was around two or three. We’re singing and playing and my mom can be heard urging me to talk.
The other day I was consoling Violet about something or other and there was that voice! My mom’s voice. Only it was my voice.
I don’t have to tell you what a cringe-worthy moment that was for me. We go through life trying to get our damn mom’s voice OUT of our heads, right? You’re dating him? Is a B really your best work? That’s what you’re going to wear?
Now here I am at the ripe old age of 33, channeling my mom’s voice and her tired cliches. I don’t know if the voice thing is genetics or – like the cliches – it’s just years and years and years and years of listening to her talk but either way it’s an unsettling turn of events here in Motherhood Land.