They say that every woman will eventually be just like her mother. For many women that is a compliment and we are thankful for it. I share that enthusiasm, but only partially.
Don't get me wrong, I LOVE my moms. She is kind, super intelligent and can cook most people under the table. As in, you pick up your plate and lick the remnants with precision. Yes indeedy, Shine Shine sabi cook well, well.
But, sadly, there is one habit of hers I do not want to pick up.
HER SHOE ADDICTION!!!!
Growing up, Shine Shine had shoes in every room of the house.
Did you read what I wrote? I wrote that my mother had shoes in EVERY SINGLE ROOM in the house. There were 4 rooms and her shoes were in the closets of each single room.
That might not have been a problem, but for the fact that every morning she would go into closets trying to figure out which shoes to wear.
It was quite infuriating, especially during holidays when I was home from school and trying to sleep for as long as possible. She would walk into my room, turn the light on, fling open MY closets, put shoes on and then model in front of the mirror until she found the perfect pair. And this happened almost every morning!
But that wasn't all. She would walk over to my vanity, pick a perfume that fit her mood and spritz away, filling my nostrils with perfume early in the morning.
Oh, and did I mention that Shine Shine did this while humming one Christian hymn or another?
What did I do during all this?
Not a damn thing! I would simply cover my head and let it be. I would then pass out once she left the room.
But, can you feel my pain? The pain of having a mother who loved shoes so much?
All those missed minutes of sleep.....
The mornings I awoke startled by nostrils burning from one perfume or another.....
Okay, I'm exaggerating. But it was annoying at the time and for years, I was cautious about buying too many shoes. I think it was because in my mind, having plenty shoes had a negative connotation. So, I was shocked when early in our relationship my now-husband made a sly remark about the number of shoes I had. I chastised him quickly and he's never made that mistake again hehehe.
It did make me nervous, however. I became worried that I was accumulating too many shoes.
The end result? I held back on shoe buying for almost two and a half years!
But, it seems that no amount of scarring from my mom's shoe habit, comments from my husband or even my own personal concerns have stopped me from becoming my mother...
PART 2 TO COME ON JANUARY 31ST SO I'LL ADD A "TO GOD BE THE GLORY" LIKE THEY DO IN NOLLYWOOD MOVIES