There are only a few words guaranteed to drive fear into the most confident of women. These include:
- You're pregnant
- Will you marry me?*
- I'm coming to visit**
The thing is that this is nothing new in the history of mothers and daughters. My mother hid things from her mother (I still remember being taken to the movies when my parents just HAD to get out of my grandparents' house after the dog chewed up something that my mother had hidden in her luggage), and I'm sure that every grandmother from the ones I was lucky enough to know to the women in Plymouth, Mass had secrets to hide. But then again, the gals in the colonial era were hiding their secrets from the entire town lest they land some seriously ugly accessories a la Hester Pryne.
And so I clean and hide and stuff and pray that I didn't miss anything major. I sit and wait for the visit to end, and for my mother to drive away none the wiser and with a continued appreciation for the responsible girl that she raised. And then I vow to one day have a daughter of my own because payback is guaranteed to be a bitch.
* Ok, maybe not usually. But definitely if delivered during the seventh inning stretch at a MLB game
** Especially when delivered by your mother...
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