I’m turning into my mother.
I think in life you go through three stages of turning into your mother.
So far anyways…there could be more stages but I’ve gone through three.
First, as a little girl, you want nothing more than to be your mom.
You want to dress like her, wear makeup like she does, drink coffee, etc.
Basically you are counting down the days until you are old enough to do all the things that she can do.
The second stage is when you are a teenager and of course know everything.
You swear to yourself that you will never turn into your mom.
You will never treat your children so unfairly!
And of course you wouldn’t dare do anything (like dance or sing in public) to embarrass your kids.
The third stage is the one I am in now.
I am an adult.
I will soon be a mom myself…and I have been noticing some distinct similarities between the two of us.
I am ordering salad with fruit on it.
We have the same fake laugh.
I have a distinct dance move that I find myself doing often…and it is almost identical to hers.
(Yes the same dance move that I swore I would never do)
I have even been washing my face earlier in the night so that by the time I go to bed it’s already done.
Something she has done for years.
We have the same exact Starbucks order.
And 9 out of 10 times we will order the same meal at a restaurant.
If you had told me back in those teenage years that this would be happening…I would’ve told you that you are crazy.
It’s funny how things change though because now I want to soak it all up.
I am turning into my mother…and that is more than okay with me.