All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That’s his. —Oscar Wilde
We’ve all had them. Mommyisms. Those moments when you open your mouth and, almost paranormally, your mother’s voice comes out. And it’s saying those things. You know, the things you promised yourself you’d never, ever say when you became a mom? You realize, with horror, that you’ve just said something to your child that may not even be true and yet some ancient, primal instinct has given your voice a ring of authenticity that only a mother can procure. What do you do? WHAT DO YOU DO?
