Growing up in small town Minnesota, meeting The Mom wasn't an option. The Mom likely knew Your Mom, remembered the time you wet your pants in kindergarten, and could give a rap sheet that included your birthdate, GPA and what afterschool activities you participated in.Or, if you're really lucky, she could be your nurse and know not only all the prescriptions you're on, but also when your last tetanus shot was.
So no, I've never met The Mom. I've always just known The Mom. It was never some big event played out in the likes of "Meet the Parents," or "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner."
Welp. I've got a new one to add to that. "Guess Who's Coming to Florida."
Let the record show that Seth's mom knew far enough in advance before I booked my ticket that there would be an extra female joining her weekend with her boys (Seth's little brother is 22 like me). And while a weekend in the fun and sun with my boyfriend sounds like more fun than I can handle, a little Amy voice in the back of my head keeps nagging me.
"Oh my goodness I'm meeting his mom! What if she doesn't like me? What if she thinks I'm some uptight Northerner? What if she thinks I'm not good enough for her son?"
I don't know what to do, I don't know how to proceed. So I'm just going to shoot for whatever natural Amy charm that managed to win over all mothers before Mother of my Southern Charmer.
And perhaps neglect to tell her the story about the time I wet my pants in kindergarten.
1 comment:
I did "meet the mom" like this. Except I was from NY, and he was from Kentucky. He told me she was kind of old fashioned, so I packed flowery skirts with dainty tees and sandals for our visit.
Then was puzzled as to why "the Mom" AND the little sister kept staring at me.
Turns out, when they heard I was from NY, they expected me to come wearing black leather and chains with tatoos!!!!!
Hope your visit gos well!!
Katie
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