Reflections

Resistance is futile

• By fannieb
• December 5, 2015
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Today I realized that resistance is futile. I am destined to become my mother. End of story. I realized this as my car (formerly my mom’s) steered its way into the parking lot of Kroger so that I could buy a poinsettia for Christmas to serve as my Christmas tree. I had been driving home from a morning hike and I remembered seeing some very nice poinsettias there a few days earlier. They had reminded me of my mom who for the last 10 years of her life always bought a very full poinsettia instead of the usual Christmas tree. When I first saw these festive plants I had thought that I should pick one up, but had decided against it.

But today before I knew it I was at the checkout counter paying for one-with sadness in my heart that I wouldn’t be taking it “home” to mommy to serve as our Christmas tree. But I was strong and did not tear up. The act was bittersweet-I’d brighten my home for the holidays with what had become my mom’s symbol of Christmas and in brightening my home I would embody yet another aspect of who my mother was. Craving Stouffers frozen lasagna and pretzels; having a frozen dinner of turkey medallions and stuffing for Thanksgiving, watching a marathon (all weekend long) of Unsung, the music program showcasing black artists, and now, buying a poinsettia instead of a tree for Christmas.

It’s inevitable I am turning into my mom!

Photo Credit: Elizabeth Cooper