Mamakat's Mellifluous Prompt: 2.) If humans were a dog breed, what would your mother be and why?
Hmmmm...my mom as a German Shepherd...Nope.
Over the years I have spent quite a lot of time thinking of my mother and why she is the way she is. It may be that every child does this, or I may just have been a weird kid who spent way too much time alone in her room. My mother was my first role model, after all. I was supposed to learn lots of important mother-daughter things from her, habits that would help me become an independent person able to manage my own household some day. At least that is what the books, magazines, and television shows all said. Nobody told my mother any of what she was supposed to do, of course.
My mom was supposed to teach me how to sew, for example. All the older television shows displayed women sitting on the couch mending socks or pinning up patterns. I learned to sew on a button and other minor mending chores from a library book that had a lot of pictures. While my mother did sew, she wasn't really interested in teaching me. And after I broke three of her sewing machine needles, I was not allowed to use her sewing machine anymore. My mom was supposed to teach me how to cook, according to all the tv shows. Except that my mother doesn't like messy things. She's a neat freak, and I am not. After one time too many of having to clean the ceiling, my mother banned me from the kitchen. I also never really learned how to do laundry from my mother. I was only allowed to put items in the dryer, take them out of the dryer, and fold them. The washer was always off limits.
We won't even discuss the whole "power tools" incident.
My mom as a Weimarinara--Weimarnerier--Weimaraner? Nope.
I have had to accept that my mother was just not a traditional mom. She wasn't a hugger, or affectionate in the least, which took some getting used to. Most of my memories of my mother involve her sitting with her nose in a book. When she read, my brother and I could have lit the couch on fire before she would notice. If reading is an escape, she escaped! She wasn't very social, but she did make sure that we ate regular meals and that our clothes didn't stink. She kept a fastidiously clean house without ever resorting to plastic seat covers, and she hardly ever freaked out at the sight of blood.
So, aloof, independent, not affectionate, likes to do her own thing...what sort of dog breed would that be?
Ah. Now I understand.