just like...

I think I have officially turned into, not my mother, but my grandmother.

My grandmother would come every summer to keep an eye and my brother (six years younger) while our parents were at work. My grandmother spent the day cleaning, cooking, doing laundry and I think for fun reading (she never watched tv). When I was in high school I played field hockey. We started our practices mid-August and she was still at our house then. I would often find my practice clothes ironed and folded on my bed every afternoon. I always felt bad that she was spending her time ironing a pair of boxers and a t-shirt that I was just going to sweat to death in, so I would try to pull them out of the basket before she could get to them.

Yesterday while I was ironing the kids clothes for the next day (yes, I iron everyday) I found myself ironing a pair of sport shorts and a t-shirt that my son was going to wear to ultimate camp the next day. All I could think was I have become Cecelia!