I've Turned Into My Mother!
Guess what, hot mamas? The word on the street is that this year, the Oscars will be chock full of moms. That is, the moms of Oscar nominees. According to Deadline.com, the pre-show for the 84th Academy Awards will feature mothers of nominees discussing insights and little known facts about their kids. Some of the moms scheduled to participate: George Clooney's mom, Melissa McCarthy's mom, and Gary Oldman's mom. (They had me at George Clooney).
While some Oscars die hards and all things Red Carpet lovers might find the "mom thing" a little boring and played out, others, like me, obviously love the idea of moms on the carpet... standing side by side with their child in a show of support and pride. After all, if it wasn't for their mothers, they wouldn't reaaaaaaaaally be telling anyone who they're wearing or answering obnoxious questions from Ryan Seacrest (which reminds me: must set DVR now). Anyway, the point is: this NOW, more than ever, makes me want to go to the Oscars. Not as a mom but WITH my mom.
Although... based on the deliberating that goes on during a standard day of shopping for nothing major, I can only imagine the many hours we would spend agonizing over what to wear and how it looked -- down to every thread. During the Oscars, it will be interesting to see if these famous apples fall far from their mother tree... I know I don't. As the years go on, as much as I've tried to fight it, I am becoming my mom. This is definitely not a bad thing... I adore my mom. We have a wonderful relationship and she has molded me, guided me, and supported me through the most important, precious, and trying journeys in my life. HOWEVER, I have become her. And, let's face it... Turning into your mother is a little scary... Especially since I spent every bit of my teenage years cursing her existence and swearing I'd NEVER be like her. Gulp.
Let's see... now... I too can never find my keys. I too ask my loved ones, including my child, the same questions over and over. I too linger with goodbyes. I too can never remember where I've parked. When I slam on my breaks, I too reach my arm across the passenger. I too pocket dial someone at least 3 times a day. I too cannot look in the mirror without tilting my head to the side. I too chew my gum very loud. (Sorry, mom. You do).
On the plus side, however.... now... I too understand the importance of natural light, and find myself applying makeup and examining my skin while driving. When entertaining, I too care more than anything about presentation. I too find joy in a perfectly brewed cup of coffee. I too have an abyss of a purse and have no idea why it weighs 50 pounds... but it does. And of course, more than anything, there's no person in the world that gives me as much joy than my own child... I get it. I get the love. I get it. He's my world, as I am hers.
Good, bad, forgetful, and even Oscar worthy, our moms make us who we are. I hope these Oscar nominees include this in their acceptance speeches...I know I will... One day....