on being my mother

The other day, Tim asked me to stop bugging him to contact his friend Chris and invite her to McSwiggens on Saturday. Apparently, I had told him several times he needed to contact her, and I just kept pestering him about it. He finally told me to stop bugging him about, and that he knew he needed to contact her.

I know I nag him about stuff, but I don't think I'm quite aware of how often I do it. And he knows he proscrastinates, and he won't do anything until he feels like it. What he said hurt, because I know that is what my mother does with me. She hounds me about things, whether it's don't you want to eat this, i made this for you, don't you want to eat it? To..have you done this yet? You need to do it. Have you done it yet? Until I want to scream at her...NO! I haven't done it yet. I'll do it when I'm ready.

I guess that was how tim was feeling. But this is something I need to work on. I know from personal experience being nagged isn't fun, and nor is it likely to make the other person do anything. I'm going to try and listen to myself more, and try to catch the "nagger" before she escapes out of my mouth.