They say you don’t really know a person until you travel together, but is that true if the person is your mother?
I asked myself this on our recent trip to Arizona, our first mother-daughter vacation in almost ten years. We had an amazing time and got along great, but I noticed some new quirks, beginning as soon as our first flight.
“Can you open the window?” she asked.
“Sure.” I slid the shade up and squinted into the light. “Wow, you can see—”
“Nm-mm,” my mother grunted, and I noticed she was shielding her eyes.
“Sorry, too bright?”
“No, I don’t want to see how high we are, it scares me.”
Now I squinted at her. “You asked me to open it.”
“Yes, but I don’t want to see!”