I think a lot of women go through a phase where they deny being just like their mothers. Luckily, my phase happened during my teenage years, a period of time I am still apologizing for. Every day, both in appearance and personality, I notice more and more ways that I am like her.
Genetically speaking, we share eye color, build, and a very German schnoz. When I was growing up, I couldn’t go into town without hearing, “Oh my goodness, you must be Lynn’s daughter!”
When it comes to housework, towels should be folded in thirds, the silverware and cups should be washed first, and if you don’t close the kitchen cabinets you are in for a world of hurt.
If there is cause for concern, we will worry about you until the issue is resolved. If something or someone is lost, we will obsess until you find what you are looking for. We listen, we empathize, and we speak loudly when it counts.
My mother is smart, beautiful, and selfless. On a good day, I catch a glimpse of these qualities in myself. I didn’t get my awesome from just anyone, I got it from my mom.