Happy Mother’s Day to all you lil mamas out there!
I was going through the photo albums this morning and I thought I’d share some fun pictures of the mothers I’m thankful for today!
Here’s a funny thing about life: I’ve heard that being a girlie girl skips a generation, and that super-feminine mothers end up with tomboy daughters and then glamour-girl granddaughters. This is certainly true in my family. My grandma likes flowers, dresses, make-up, and doing hair (clearly).
Love that bouffant! It was funny, I was watching “Mad Men” last night and lusting over what it must have been like to wear a girdle and cook everything from scratch like Betty Draper. Then I realized…my grandma basically was Betty Draper!
So, yes, my grandma definitely appreciates the glam things in life, and when she had a daughter — my mom — she expected her to be a girlie little girl as well.
You may know that my mom is the most talented Halloween costume designer in the world, and you can now see that she was one of the cutest babies in the world too! But what’s funny about this picture and all her childhood pictures really is that she’s the least girlie-girl ever. She hated how my grandma made her wear curlers in her hair and dresses. She’s such a tomboy; she would rather have played cowboys and Indians than played with dolls. When she was ten years old, my grandma finally let her cut her hair short.
So when my mom had me, she thought that she’d totally have the little non-girlie-girl to raise without curlers and pink dresses.
Wrong again! It just skips a generation. As soon as I was old enough, I wanted to grow my hair out, put on makeup, and do all that other fun girlie stuff. So I had to turn to my grandma for help. There’s a family legend about the day when I was ten years old and wanted to buy a bottle of nail polish and my mom wouldn’t let me. We were arguing about it; my was mom insisting that if she bought this for me, next week, I’d be wanting to wear red. (Red!!! Only floozies have red nails!!!) My grandma finally intervened and said, “Andrea. She can wear nail polish.” My mom points to this as the “it was all downhill from there” moment in my lifelong obsession with beauty products. Perhaps. Two years later my grandma tweezed my eyebrows for me while my mom was at work and really, I think it’s been all downhill from there.
The whole thing about skipping generations kind of freaks me out, so this is why I hope that when I have kids, I have all boys…and preferably one gay one.
Another funny thing about Mother’s Day: when I was a kid growing up in Chicago, I used to model. And not like “model”…I actually did. One year I did a big ad campaign for Marshall Fields for Mother’s Day. This ad was all over the city — me with a woman that everyone said looked a lot more like my mom than my real mother does.
But…wrong again! Because the other funny thing about my mom is that she has the strongest genes in the world. Seriously, my brother and I both have her exact face. (I mean that picture of her as a kid totally looks like Preston in drag.) Sometimes it’s harder to tell with me because obviously my skin is darker, but I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen my reflection in a window and thought, “Oh I didn’t know my mom was here!” It’s so bizarre. It’s even more obvious with Preston…comparing baby pictures of the two of them is a little creepy.
It’s funny though, as you get older, the ways in which you find yourself resembling — both physically and in behavior — the women in your family. When I hear my grandma or mom call up a company to bitch them out for something they don’t like about a product, I just sigh, look at my inbox full of e-mails from companies that are all, “Dear Miss Wilkerson, Thank you for expressing your concern with our product…” and I’m just like, “Well, we all know where I got that.”
Are you becoming your mom? Or are you more like your grandma? And did the girlie gene skip a generation in your family too? Juuuuuust curious!
Hope you’re having a fab day with the women who made you the way you are! (And by the way, the stories about moms and technology that you shared on Friday made me literally LOL. A mom who can’t say “balls.” A “MyFace” account. Texting “like a blacked out college kid had gotten ahold of her phone.” Killing me.)