Most women rue the day they recognize their mothers’ traits in themselves, but what about the day you realize your daughter is like you?
I sat down at the computer the other day grumbling about my daughter’s habit of disagreeing with me simply for the sake of disagreeing. As I hammered away at my Inbox, deleting email after email without even opening the messages, an uneasy feeling came over me. I noticed my purposeful and stubborn refusal to read these emails was simply because I did not want to succumb to the obligation to read them. Never mind that these were all messages I had requested. The situation suddenly felt unnervingly similar to my daughter’s earlier reactions. It made me stop and think:
Could this be a behavior she picked up from me?
I shook my head with irritation. I could not possibly agree with a notion like that.
