It Never Fails

You know that old adage? The one about growing up and becoming just like your same-gendered parent? The adage doesn't really specify whether that happens gradually, like erosion, or suddenly and without warning, like a really bad sneeze. All I know is

a) It's true and
b) It's not a bad thing.

In the short amount of time since I've moved in with My Amazing GF and our Babies, I have become my mother. Or, rather, like my mother to a certain extent.

All right, I'll stop beating around the bush: I get up before 6am, make the bed every morning, and wash dishes every night. A significant amount of my weekly pondering is now made up of thoughts along the line of "How can I make our little home more [efficient, prettier, comfortable, happier] for everyone?" or "We need a [storage shed, outdoor patio set, new lawn mower, garden, quad]." I love to do laundry. Hanging up my clothing in the closet is a joy (especially with my new life-changing hangers, but more on that later....)

Those of you who know me well know what this means. I've become (happily) domesticated.

No longer the wild (Ha!), untamed (HA!) single woman with no attachments, I have become the Happy Little (Lesbian) Homemaker.

Well, it was bound to happen, really. All those years of effort and investment by my wonderful mother should not have gone to waste in the end. I even wear dresses and make-up occasionally now, too, so I can't even claim to be untouched by that societal norm, either. Though that has more to do with Dr. BestFriend than it does my mother. Dr. BestFriend was there when I tried on 25 outfits, most of them dresses/skirts, was there when I purchased $140 worth of make-up, and even bought me a dress for the occasion of my conversion to Judaism. Dr. BestFriend is truly an Eshet Chayil, a Woman of Valor.

Segue with me, won't you? Did you know that there is no feminine equivalent for the Yiddish word mensch? Dr. BestFriend and I decided that was not acceptable and the closest I could come to a feminine alternative was Eshet Chayil, A Woman of Valor.

There you go. Your language lesson for the day.

Segue again, yes? You know what I absolutely love? I love having lunch during the workday with My Amazing GF. Do you know what that's like for me after having been on opposite sides of the country for so long?

Anyway, we now return you to your program, already in progress....

What was I talking about? Oh. Yes. How I've begun exhibiting signs of becoming like my mother.

Let me reiterate that I do not, in any way, consider this to be a bad thing. In fact, it's a very good thing. But it does occur to me that I will be sending a very long T'shuvah letter to my mother this year, apologizing for all those years that I dismissed her teachings as...unnecessary to my life. Clearly, I was mistaken.

So, let this be a lesson to you, my lovelies. Never say never. Some lessons ripen in time and after much experience.

I will try to give you all an update on my new work life in the next few days. The more I learn there, the more I love my new job and my new department.

Have a great weekend!

Love to you all!