I remember when I was a surly teenager whining at my mother about the cruel injustice of having to dry up the dishes or clean my room. Whine, whine, whinge, whinge, when my mother finally lost her temper and snarled at me that she hoped that one day I would have a daughter just like me.
Her words always stayed with me, probably because it was also one of the few times that my Mother slapped me. I was an incredibly self centred and selfish teenager who then veered off the rails into extreme misbehaviour once I had escaped from school.
It isn’t my daughter who is like me, though Veronica and I are very alike.
It is my son David that reminds me so very very much of my teenage self.
We even had similar haircuts at the same age.
Shoot me now.
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OMG, look at you!!
argh.. i hate to think that if the ‘shake your head for visibility’ hair do stays in fashion and my son adopts it one day i will really have to say :
“get a proper haircut!!!”..
very cute comparatif and courageous sharing of photos LOL 😀
This rather vindictive Mummy has been known to go on strike when confronted by surly teenagers – and believe me, I could make their lives a lot more miserable than mine! Elder son then 14 stropped out on one particularly crappy day for me and announced that I did nothing for him. I gave him a just about adequate amount of cash and told him that was ok, he could shop for and cook his own food but only when the kitchen was free and that dishes were to be washed, dried and put away immediately or he could eat at the greasy spoon in the village. Gave him an alarm clock so he could get himself up for school (with or without the correct equipment). then pointed out the whereabouts of the Lauderette as it would not be convenient for me to have him use our machine. The final restriction was that he was banned from our living room (and therefore the TV and VCR) and was to stay in his room. We would see how well he coped without any of the ‘nothing’ I did for him! He lasted 2 days before I was given an abject apology. His younger brother remembered the experience and never pushed quite as hard. Mean Mummy – you betcha! But not half as demanding as my Mother was!
Oh LOLZ.
And may I have your eyelashes?
LOL
Gotta love the early 80s 😉
Karma is a bitch. Nuff said.; )
Weren’t you gorgeous! David looks a lot like you and like Veronica too. Gorgeous, all of you.
As for the stroppiness, remember how short your own teen years were, his too shall pass just as quickly. Although it may seem like forever at the time…..
I think I’ve said it before, he looks so much like you!
I find myself passing on the Mother’s Curse of “I hope you have a kiddo just like you”. Unfortunately I was a pretty good kid until I hit 18….and I am not going to tattle on myself!
And finally I got to the post to send your package: look for it in the next 10 years – and this time the postage was just right 😉
So cool. Uncanny….must be in the genes!