I had an awful moment. I was dancing, I mean really getting into it, and I looked up to see The Teen doing that appalled, you are still alive face. Laughing, I turned to The Boy who shook his head, gave me a pity look and told me I looked like Mom.
Mom as in my mother, as in grandma, as in the woman I vowed never to be.
Being Mom isn’t all that bad. In fact, I feel like my mom set me up to be the best me I can be.
What Queenie did Right:
1. Taught me how to hit the sales rack.
I love coming home with massive bags and showing off my goods. It’s even better when I can whip out a coupon to enhance the savings.
2. Love money.
Not just money to spend, but odd money. My mom was fascinated by old money, money from other countries.
3. Nurture my inner ratchedness.
I probably couldn’t stomach Bad Girls Club or Judge Judy without Queenie’s constant watching of these shows. Thanks to Queenie, I can talk hot mess with the best of them.
4. Culture me up.
My mom insisted we dress our best, always stressing clean underwear. She also insisted we try something at least once before deciding that we didn’t like it.
5. Let me Fall
Queenie isn’t an I told you soer as much as a mollified gazer. She can hold something over your head as a reminder, but Queenie wasn’t a bailer. She forced me to learn from mistakes.