Some years ago, after a lifetime of packet and tinned soup usage, I began slowly to turn into a (weak) version of 'mother earth' and started to make my own!
Second youngest son, on coming into the kitchen to find the (very limited, I must add here) surfaces covered with various peelings and scrapings of vegetable matter, came out with the unforgettable (to me) remark, "Mum, you're turning into Nanna!!"
(My mother lived with us for ten years so her cooking habits were a very noticeable aspect of our daily culinary life!).
How many of us 'over-sixty' year olds find ourselves saying something very similar. Husband gives himself many a fright on looking into the mirror. "I'm turning into my dad!!", he'll say with a grimace. No disrespects to his dad at all, just an intimation of mortality, I suppose.
Anyway, I find myself falling into a habit that used to drive me mad about my mum. I ask a question and don't listen to the answer (mind having gone into overdrive about something else immediately after said question had left mouth!).
Ah well, another example of the need to turn my eyes towards heaven and silently breathe "Sorry Mum"! (The 'sorry' being for the impatience and annoyance with her which I frequently felt and, quite sadly, often showed. She was, in contrast, extremely tolerant towards me; good job, eh!
