Those dreaded words. Those awful, dreaded words that every young woman cringes when they are first uttered to her by anyone who knows her, really well: “You’re turning into your mother.” GAH! Shoot me now! I swore to never EVER be like her. My mom, with all her annoying habits like forcing food down people’s throats, wearing sweatpants around the house, being frazzled at all hours of the day, drinking wine and getting super emotionally overbearing afterwards, memory loss, and the failure to properly pronounce every single word in the English language, but especially people’s names, street names and cities.
I list those qualities as personality traits that ostensibly describe my mother, but in reality, all of those things are basically me. I do all those things. All of them! And I do them like it’s just so natural – it’s friggen genetic!! I am turning into my mother. Every single day, I see it. I see it in the mirror; I see it in my speech; I see it in my driving (lord help me). Even my sister sees it. She texts me and says, “I don’t know who’s worse. You or mom.”
Let’s leave that question rhetorical.
There are moments, though, when I kinda feel a little bit proud though, to be turning into my mom. Is that weird? Oh god, you’re reading this right now, aren’t you, mom. Well, it’s true. My mom is my whole life. As much as she drives me absolutely crazy – she is so much fun to be around. Her sense of humour is like no other, and she can take a joke, which I love, because I am consistently pranking her at any chance I get. She’s the best person to prank, hands down. If we ever meet IRL, ask me about that time we prank called her with prankdial.com….
And she is the most selfless person I know. She would do anything for me. I can only dream of being that amazing one day.
The moral of the story is this. As much as I hate to admit it, I cannot deny it. I will be just like my mom. I’m so lucky, too, because some people don’t grow up having a close bond to their mothers or they lose their moms way too early in life. That makes me sad for ever taking my mom for granted. I’ve had her in my life, attached to the hip, since the day I was born. How could I not turn into her? It would be pretty hard when all I’ve done is mirror her behaviour for the past thirty years. It’s bound to happen sooner or later, and you know what? I can’t wait to inherit every single one of her attributes.
Well, everything but her hobbit feet.
So, do you guys find yourselves turning into your parents or relatives or anyone who has had a huge impact on you? Would love to know some of the funny characteristics that you’ve found yourself inheriting! Leave a comment below and let’s chat!
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