In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I’ve Become My Parents.”
When I was younger, I could never understand why my mother ate certain foods, or the way she ate them. She loved liver and onions (I still won’t touch that). She claimed fish was brain food (debatable, though I eat more fish now than I did when I was a kid). And she never failed to put hot sauce on her spaghetti and meatballs. I asked many times why she would ruin her spaghetti with hot sauce; I always thought that some sprinkled Parmesan cheese and garlic salt was fine.
Then, one day after I grew up, I tried it.
Now, in an instance of irony, I eat my spaghetti Parmesan cheese, garlic salt, and yes, hot sauce. My mother, due to health issues in her advanced age, has sworn off the practice. Says the hot sauce upsets her stomach.
So yes. In that one small way, I have become my mother. And, I suppose the reverse is true, as she now has become the younger me.