One thing I inherited from Mom B, that I noticed lately, is dream crushing. The first time I did it, I didn't think anything about it until the Sergeant had mentioned I was being a bit of dream crusher. We were talking about how smart the Space Invader is, and how she already knows everything before starting kindergarten, that the students are supposed to know by the end of the year.
Sergeant: I think she could just move on to first grade and be fine.
Me: I don't think so, she is definitely not emotionally ready for first grade.
Sergeant: <silence and a disappointed face...>
Me: Whaaat?! Why are you looking at me like that?
Sergeant: You just said [the space invader] isn't emotionally ready for first grade and kind of crushed my dreams about her being able to skip a grade.
Me (in my head): Oh shit, I am a dream crusher just like Mom B.
The next time I realized I was being a dream crusher was after a wonderful weekend the Sergeant had planned. We went to an Oktoberfest in a small mountain town about three hours from our home and had some amazing adult time. (note: Sergeant isn't from my city, so isn't used to the fact that smog is a thing). We were driving down the mountain on our way home when he looked out at the view of the valley.
Sergeant: Would you look at that! How beautiful!
Me: What? All of that smog?
Sergeant: What do you mean smog? That's not smog, it's gotta be fog.
Me: No dear, it's smog, it's ok though.
Sergeant: <upset face> Well thanks for ruining my nice view....
Me: I'm sorry you're right, it's a beautiful view...
WHY?! Why do I dream crush? I hated when Mom B did it to me as a kid, and still occasionally as an adult. I guess DNA has won that battle. But the good thing about realizing I (or anyone else) had inherited a bad habit, it that I am given the chance to break the cycle.
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