4:40 p.m. - 2006-09-26
There is too much to cover here in one entry. I have so many thoughts that I wanted to share. I will at least start the events out. Last week went as well as could be expected. T and I drove to Jasper on Saturday – a 12 hour drive. We caught the first ferry off the island which leaves at 7am. Not a pretty hour for anyone.
I know that I alluded to my mother’s eccentricities on occasion, and whenever I’ve shared a memory with someone about her it is generally accompanied by a chortle of sorts. I know what your thinking “that’s not very nice”, but you’ve got to understand - most of the time my mother set herself up for these giggles from others. She may not have known it, but that’s life. She was a 6 year old in an adult’s body, and lived for the attention that garnered. She lived large and capricious!
During the hour and a half ferry ride I had a brief stint in the ladies loo. I was just washing up, and thinking about my mom when my attention was caught in the mirror …
There before me was a reflection of a 40 year younger version of my mother. Spongebob T-shirt, Spongebob socks (although these could not be seen at that moment), added with the nice rings and jewellery that I like to wear.
I thought about my Spongebob collection. My earings with peas on one side and a carrot on the other. My love of video games. My enjoyment of Saturday morning cartoons. The list went on ...
I was my Mother’s daughter.
This nut had not fallen far from the tree.
And I belted out a huge laugh, as I stood alone in the ferry’s bathroom. No matter how hard you try – there will always be vestiges of your parents that stick with.
Since then my husband has assured me that although I have some quirks that are much like my mother – I am nothing like her. I am my own individual – and it’s all good.
More tales of travels and requiems to come.