When I was in my 20’s my mother was very outgoing. She used to flirt with young men. They seemed to play along or humour her. When I brought my boyfriend home she flirted with him. I married him and spent 25 years with him.
Now I am 53. I was at a friend’s house where there is a volleyball court. All his kids and friends were playing. I had a broken toe so I was watching. It was hot and summer, the young men started taking off their shirts. I announced that all the men playing must take their shirts off.
They did. I sat there being entertained while sipping my drink.
In that moment I realised that I had become my mother. This is exactly what she would have done. I laughed out loud and toasted her.
Too bad I finally “got” my mother in my 50’s but she has already been gone 8 years.
A nice summer moment. She would have been proud.
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