Never say never.

I remember a particular moment in history around the holidays when I was a teenager.
My mom had a friend who was fashionably unacceptable in my opinion.
One could easily characterize her by her out of control shoes which were often metallic in color and bedazzled beyond belief.
One afternoon after school, my mom was unloading her holiday shop fest finds before my sister and me.
She had found various great deals. She was looking to buy herself a pair of holiday shoes.
Holiday shoes she found. And my were they festive!!
They were so gaudy. They were very similar to some that her friend, the bedazzled shoe lady, would own.
I made fun of them relentlessly.
So much fun was made at the expense of my mom and her holiday shoes that I don't really remember her wearing them with much gusto.
I don't remember her ever wearing them at all.
Sorry Mom.

Here lies the confession of a girl who has grown up to be way too much like her momma.
And if that is any indication of the way I've turned out, I'll take it! My mom is fantasticness defined. I could not be more proud when people compare me to her, because what's not to love? She's wonderful through and through.
I often find myself saying things just the way I remember her saying them. And in the next moment, I remember swearing to myself that I would never (enter scenario here...) And there I go, without even a thought, I have become her!
I AM my mother's daughter, and as of yesterday, I bought the gaudy holiday shoes to prove it!
Yes, momma, you have unlimited right to make fun of me in my glamorous holiday shoes!
I love you!