That's my mom!!!!
My relationship with my mom is exactly how the song goes: I got it from my momma.
I may have denied it when I was younger but I just can't escape it anymore. It is too blatant. I myself get taken aback by the screaming similarities. I am a my mother's clone but she can't stand me most of the time. Everytime I say it to her she doesnt want to accept it. And now I know why!
My mom is a baby boomer. Exactly as the readings stated, she has very different sets of values when it comes to work and being a professional. She had worked for only one company since she graduated. From there she patiently climbed up the ladder until she became a manager. She was very much loved by her boss so much so that when my mom got sick and had to get operated here in Manila, her boss let her stay in her own house. I, on the other hand, have been very impatient since I started working. I had prblems with my boss during my first job while I had some conflict of ideas with the one of the owners of my 2nd job. I have a huge problem following orders I do not agree with even though I know very well that my opinion does not matter. I am consistently restless as a subordinate.
My mom hates this about me. She says I am too smart for my own good. She doesn't understand why my working attitude is so different from hers. It makes her feel that I just don't like to listen to her when in fact for me,it is just a case of finding meaning in the work place.
After our session on the 4 generations I have decided to let her read the material. She might just understand me. I am a baby boomlet generation. More than that I am a left brain. An E instead of an I. Finding meaning is everything. I am on the opposite side of the table from her.
Me and my mom is perfect evidence that if a person had a chance to live in 2 different generations and 2 different environments, though she will still be the same person as she has kept her core values she will have 2 different perspectives and attitudes towards everything.
I love my mom. She is my life. I know she is just joking when she doesn't want to claim that I am her clone. I know she is proud that I have become this way - tough enough to take care of myself and smart enough to know what's good for me. If I had a choice though, I would have wanted to be in the same generation as my mom. Nothing else would make me happier than if I make her happy. I bow down to her patience, perseverance and management skills. If I can be half the person my mom is, it would be the greatest achievement of my life. I'm starting to miss her again.
Playtime with mom.
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