We don’t mean to do it. We even struggle against it. No matter. We still turn into our parents.
During my last trip to Connecticut, I discovered another way in which I am like my mother. She didn’t want to plan her wedding either. In fact, she didn’t. Hell, she didn’t even pick out her own dress! My grandmother was close enough in size to be able to choose clothes for my mother, so she waltzed off to some discount store, selected an adequate gown, and that was that. Of course, we have to wonder if maybe grandma was a little controlling and if mom hated her for it then, but the way mom talks about it now, it’s like grandma performed some kind of marvelous magic act.
Sadly for me, the same mom who didn’t care to plan her own wedding does not care to plan mine. I’m going to have to perform my own marvelous magic act.