May I say straight away that my mum is a great person, I know she loves me and my sister to bits and would do anything for us. We have a good relationship and I look forward to seeing her.
The problem is she's my mother. She still seems to think I'm 12 rather than heading towards 50. I know she doesn't mean the things she comes out with critically but she just seems to have an innate ability to press those buttons and, hey presto, the blue touch paper has been lit and I'm on the ceiling.
When I was teenager she once said that I'd be stunning if I were thinner. I know she meant it as a backhanded compliment but I've been self conscious about my figure ever since.
The most recent comment and my current favourite came as I arrived home from the hair salon. She looked at me quizzically and then said 'oh, did you want your hair that dark?'......
Bless her, it's not her fault. Perhaps we all subconsciously crave our mum's approval. I should be able to act my age and not bite but I seem to revert to that bolshy teenager I once was.
I spend the few days before her arrival every time muttering to myself 'don't bite, don't react, just smile' and every time I think I'll succeed - and every time I don't.
This time it'll be different.......yeah, right.
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