My mom has a tendency to do things for me, even though I’ve told her not to, that often drive me crazy. Every time I visit her, my trip starts out in the same way. I call her, and before I discuss plans, she asks what I eat for breakfast.
- Me: Don’t worry about it, Mom. I’ll pick something up when I get there. I probably won’t eat at home much.
- Mom: Well, I’ll just make sure we have some bagels. No, I forgot. Gluten-free bread!
- Me: Really Mom, you don’t need to get anything.
- Mom: Yogurt?
I agree to yogurt. When I arrive, she insists on leaving me money for anything else I need. I know that providing for me while I’m home again (she still lives in the apartment I grew up in) is her way of expressing her love and affection. And she knows that I won’t use the household money and find the idea infantilizing. But I no longer point this out. I just say, “Thanks Mom,” and kiss her on the cheek. (read more…)