Calls back the lovely April of her prime."
I have known I was becoming my mother since I was in high school. Not that I look that much like her; I am her.
In high school, this bothered me, so I tried to differentiate myself from her: I refused to read murder mysteries and wear brown turtlenecks like she did, and got my ears pierced
I got over it, though, because as a woman, you just know in your bones that the process of aging naturally turns a person into her mother. There really isn't anything to be done. So you relax a little, start wearing comfy jeans and clipping coupons. And have a baby.
I am at an age now where I look back on the majority of my mom's parenting decisions and just hope I can raise Maeve as wisely and well as I was raised. Now I would consider it a badge of honor to be told "You're just like your mother."
So as my parents spend a glorious 3 weeks here for Christmas, I'll have a blast hanging out with my mom, and I'll learn as much as I can. We moms gotta stick together!
|Me and my Momma|