I’m not sure why this popped into my head a few days ago, I know it had something to do with looking at my hands or hearing my own voice … something that suddenly reminded me of how much I’m like my own mother. I get more like her as I get older, in physical ways at least. We have similar voices, hair, hands, and share many traits. We’re good at doing, organizing, suffering (almost) silently, guilt, and hostessing. We listen well, love olives and chocolate, and delight in disappearing into novels (though there’s always a bit of guilt attached that we weren’t being productive). We prefer to do things ourselves rather than ask for help. We like to be in the background, but get a bit miffed sometimes if we don’t get any recognition for keeping things moving along smoothly. We love Thai food, bread and butter, soups, and citrusy salads. I wear my hair wadded up in a clip on the back of my head most days, she’s worn hers braided and pinned up in a barette for as long as I can remember. I’m a lot like my mom, and the resemblance only gets stronger with time. I’d say we’re pretty aligned in temperment, and a bit alike physically.
How much are you like your mom?