While out Christmas shopping one day, my husband and I went to a store across from the SMU campus called McCartney's. This place sells everything Greek you can imagine and we bought our daughter some Zeta Tau Alpha knick-knacks. It wasn't until I got home and started wrapping the items that I realized what I had done...I had become my mother. Let me explain.
One Christmas, during my tenure at Texas A&M, my mother went overboard on the Aggie stuff. That wouldn't have been so bad if the gifts had been useful. Among other things, I remember getting an Aggie mug (a ceramic mug with the handle inside), a couple of Aggie joke books, and TWO different kinds of calculators. One was a giant pencil attached to an electrical cord, the other a thin plastic rectangle with holes to stick your fingers through. I also got a maroon and white striped necktie. I never really understood the significance of the tie. Did she mean for me to wear it? because neckties were a preppy fashion statement for ladies back in the day, a la Diane Keaton in Annie Hall. Or did she mean for me to hang it over my dorm room door knob, which was a whole other kind of statement?
At any rate, by loading up on sorority stuff, I was doing to my daughter what my mother had done to me. The apple didn't fall far from the tree, no matter how much I try to kick the damn thing out from under its shade.
Speaking of ties, my older son got three of them. Two from us were an early Christmas gift. He needed a tie for a dress-up office party and was going to borrow one from his dad, when I told him I would buy a couple for him instead and make them an early gift. Then his grandfather got in the act and bought him another tie. Poor kid already knows what Father's Day is going to be like down the road. I couldn't blame him for wanting to exchange one of the ties for something else.
In keeping with the mandate that middle children are overlooked, I don't remember what we got Brent.
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