It struck me how much I have become like my mom right down to her annoying habit of worrying for my sister. My sis is visiting me this weekend and is a bridesmaid at her friend’s wedding. I called her to check when Saathi should be picking her up to bring her back home. I ended up asking her if she had fun and was trying to read in between lines to see if she really had fun. I so wanted her to be happy and enjoy the occasion. After I put the phone down I was not really sure if I spoke to my sis or an unborn daughter. I worry if she is safe, if she is happy, if she has friends…
Another thing that provoked me to wonder if I am morphing into mom is the constant pressure to feel that everyone in my house is fed. I feel the need to make food even if I am tired and if I know my FIL has had prasadam at the temple, my sis has had food at the reception and K prob won’t mind bread toast for dinner. I cringe at all the times I have asked mom mockingly if all she can think of is food. 😦
I even stock snacks at work should my brother be hungry. Pathetic right?
I guess its “Welcome to Maamiland” for me. Not sure if I should feel happy or sad.