Am I becoming my mother?
Is that such a bad thing?
As I get older, I realize more and more that I am, gradually, becoming my mother.
I NEVER thought I would be anything like my mother.
When I was a kid, I swore things were going to be different!
Life was going to be a bowl full of cherries and not the pits!
As I age…
Quite gracefully…(*wink wink nudge nudge*)
I find myself saying things to my children that my mother said to me.
Like the phrases above and the ever popular, “I brought you into this world….”, you know the rest.
My jokes are becoming longer and dirtier.
My hair has gotten shorter.
I used to keep my hair long and flowing.
When I had my son, 8 years ago, I got my first “Mom bob”.
I didn’t realize it then, but I was taking steps.
Becoming my mother.
On my 32nd, yes….
32nd birthday, I wanted to get an edgy hair cut!
Something to make me feel young and hip.
When the cut was complete, I looked in the mirror and there she was.
There I was.
I looked just like my mother.
I have come to realize that there was nothing to be afraid of.
My mother is an amazing, hard-working and beautiful woman.
She always kept us fed, healthy and as happy as we could be.
I owe a lot to my mother.
I am a better mother because I am so much like her.
Thank you, Mom. For the qualities that you have instilled in me.
Thank you for being there, always.