I’m in my fifties and my mom has been gone several years now.
Still, there are these interesting characteristics that I see in myself that remind me of her.
One of those times I catch it is when I get on my youngsters about the heating and cooling usage in our home. I get really frustrated when I find my youngsters yanking around the thermostat. Coming home to a house that has been cooled to the low 70’s all day when it’s a hundred degrees outside can make me crazy. When I try to get across to my youngsters just how wasteful that is, they tend to look at me as though I’m just nuts. To them, heating and cooling is some sort of preordained right and not a privilege we get to enjoy. This too makes me a bit nuts because having children who suppose they are entitled to stuff that is absolutely a privilege is concerning. It entirely wasn’t that way for me when I was growing up in my mom’s house. This was a lady that grew up without any sort of modern residential heating and A/C. There was a wood stove in the wintertide for heating and all the breeze you could get for a/c in the summer. So the fact that our house had quality heating and air with a residential heating and A/C system was an easily big deal to her. She was really on top of where the thermostat setting was. You moved the thermostat at your peril. Shoot, I don’t even suppose my dad moved the thermostat much. That’s surely a far cry from where I am with my own youngsters. Perhaps I should go old school on them and put the fear of God in them when it comes to the thermostat.