Breaking the Mold

Do you ever find yourself trying hard to not be like your parents?

My mom is great. We have a fairly good relationship. She gets to me sometimes, but I think most parents do. They're your parents after all, I think they're suppose to get on your nerves, throw their opinions out there, no matter how unwanted that opinion might be.

Making supper the other night my sister tripped and dropped her plate on her foot, spilling her supper and breaking the dish. My reaction?? "Are you okay? Does your foot hurt?" She was worried, her eyes watered and she felt horrible. Her foot? Sore, but ok. That's all that mattered.

Growing up, mom would get mad if we broke a dish. I don't know why. It's a dish. And it's not like we broke them on purpose, but accidents do happen. Dishes get broke. I just remember her getting mad. But, I also remember the day that I broke something and was all worried (let me say she just yelled, never hit). I was making supper so it would be ready when she got home from work. When she got home and saw how upset I was she took me out to eat and apologized for always being mad about something so minor and that she had realized that it was silly to get worked up over it.

She never got mad about a broken dish again. And I make it a point not to get worked up over something so small as a glass or plate getting broken.

I like breaking that mold and being something or someway different then how my parents were with me.