When I was in my thirties, I realized a few things about myself I'd been blind to in my twenties.
I'd absorbed tendencies from the four most influential women in my life: my mother, my step mother, and both of my grandmothers. I can pin-point things I do and say that unintentionally mimics their behavior. (And so can my husband, much to my unending disgust. He just loves to rub it in.)
Apparently, this happens to everybody.
I also absorbed Bill Cosby.
---Not that I am fatherless, mind you. Or have a bad Dad. My dad is great. Just for most of my life he was quiet, and this post is more about things I say and do.---
My step mother introduced me to Bill Cosby records.-- the best thing she ever did for me. I can still remember some of his routines that I haven't heard for years...Little Tiny Hairs (growing on my FACE!) and Tonsils, and Special Class, to name a few.
When I was about ten, my mom took us to a live performance in Tahoe. I laughed so hard so hard that my sides ached as he went though most of the same routines in his story-telling-style that I have since seen a hundred times on Bill Cosby: HIMSELF.
And then I grew up, and had my own kids.
And suddenly every hilarious thing Bill Cosby said about parenting and children came true.
I practiced his breathing routines during child birth. I didn't mean to, It just happened.
Later, I transformed into that same wife he came home to, my face twisted by tension as I tell my own husband it was his turn to deal with HIS children.
Bill Cosby prepared me for a 4 year old's explanation of, "I don't know," and the amazing difference between parents and grandparents.
And whenever I let the kids eat apple pie for breakfast....I remember "Chocolate Cake."
Bill Cosby even saved my life.
Really. He has this routine, $75 dollar Car...and it is because of this that I remembered to turn into the spin when my car went into a spin on an ice covered road.