My materialistic, worldly side admits

My materialistic, worldly side admits to
heading out into the crowds early Friday morning. The energy of the people and
being a part of the moving flow are so enticing to me. Unfortunately, there were
no good deals to have. So, we simply purchased the full price items we
desperately needed and headed home to toasted Muffins and Blackberry
Tea. As soon as we arrived home last night, I filled my tub and read through the
last few days of mail. I lay in the tub, reveling in the hotness of the water
and staring at my bright red toenails. I began to think about sitting in the
bathroom while my mother lay in the tub. I would watch her shave her legs, wash
her hair, listening to the movement of the water. Her body never really
interested me at the time. Now, I try to remember it occasionally and sometimes
see it without will when I look at myself in the mirror. I have not become my
mother, but cannot deny that I am very like her in many ways. There was a time
when recognizing her in myself would infuriate me. I know not how I came to this
acceptance of her imprint in me, but they lie quietly together now without
dissention.