It's 8:00 PM. Minkie's gone to sleep and I just popped in a nice, relaxing, evening yoga DVD. I am hoping that no one watches me.
My mom makes herself a snack and settles in the glider behind me.
I am working myself into a shoulderstand when Mom says, "Is she Indian? She looks *just like you*!"
"No she doesn't," I grunt, watching as Hemalaya, the teacher, rolls out of the pose.
Mom isn't blinking. "Yes she does! That's you!" She is excited.
"Mom! I look like a lot of Indian people!" I tell her. I have been told all my life that I look like the quintessential Kerala female. I was born and brought up in the U.S., so I just take that on faith.
"Do you know her?" Mom asks.
If I didn't know it was my mother sitting there, snacking and chatting behind me, I would have *sworn* it was a white lady from NotDiverseLand. Nope- my own mother, born and raised in Kerala, India, immigrated in her early thirties, is asking me if I know the Indian woman in the tv doing yoga. Because we look so alike.
And that is your parenting moment of Zen for the day.
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3 comments:
LOL at "do you know her"? Thanks for the laugh!
so funny. It reminds me of the "we can make fun of those people because we're a member of their group." My mom often refers to people being just like me and I'm often very surprised by who these people are!
couldn't stop laughing at this...thanks! Not sure if it's more funny because I happen to know said mother. xo
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