I’ll Get My Steak Rare
Here’s a fun little birthday anecdote from one child. “I was out for a birthday meal with my folks. Ordering my steak rare, mum interrupted asking if I was sure I wanted it like that. 43 years old. Forty. Three.” Hey, mom just wanted to make sure that’s exactly what you wanted. She knows you better than anyone else. Including yourself.
Perhaps mom herself isn’t a fan of rare steak. Maybe her objective was to ensure that you weren’t inadvertently on the receiving end of food poisoning. Moms are caring like that. Mom was just looking out. Yes, this person’s an adult, but mothering doesn’t automatically stop when the kid’s of a certain age. It’s a lifelong profession.