I'm becoming my mother !

I'm happy to say I take after my dad in personality. I've been told that I'm like a breath of fresh air.

Unfortunately I often see my mother in the mirrors at home. If she's here, where have I gone? She has taken over THE kitchen drawer - you know the one with everything in it anyone asks for? She's put a tape measure in my handbag and Murray mints in my coat pockets and makes me coo at all the new babies. I used to get so embarrassed when she did that ...

What worries me is that I have turned into my father!

My Mum had Murray mints in her pockets and bags. She used them as her aid to passing her driving test, quite late. I also find myself passing her in shop windows, scary, but comforting.

I have none of my mothers mannerisms, habits or views which is excellent most of them were certifiable HOWEVER - I look like her which drives me NUTS!!!

I am becoming my brother. My brother was 16 years older than me. He died a few years ago and when I met his daughter at his funeral, who we had not seen for many ears, she broke down in tears as we looked so much alike in our later years and she saw her father walking towards her. Strangely we did not look alike when younger.

The only trait that connects me to my mother is her unconditional love for her grandchildren. I see her in my daughter, but when I look in the mirror, especially recently, it is my late sister I see staring back at me. We were always taken for mother and daughter. I went to my hairdresser recently and when I walked in there was a lady in the chair whose mouth dropped open when she saw me. I didn't know her but her mother had been one of my sister's best friend and she said "My God! Just for a moment......".

I look very like my paternal great grandmother.

I am very much more like my Dad in attitude outlook etc. My sister behaves just like my mum.

My 4yrold DGS walks just like my late father (and me) We all hold/held our hands together behind our backs. I don't think he sees me often to have copied me I think it's in the genes. DS on the left.

I played with this image of my grandad and my son by sticking DS's head on my grandad's clothes. They both hold their head in the same way and are very similar except that my son has a nose that comes from my MILs family.

My mother used to carry mint imperials. I don't. She would walk around the house muttering and complaining out loud. Oh my goodness I have started doing that. Help!!

My younger sister is slowly turning into our mum. When mum passed away 7 years ago i couldn't see my sister without bursting into tears and sobbing, she looks like our mum.She has the same gestures, says the same kind of things and is so
kindhearted and generous and i love her so much. She is the link to my past and i dread that anything should happen to her before me. Selfish i know, but i know i couldn't bear that.

I'm the spitting image of mine, proud to be tbh. She repeats herself, so do I. She has chins, so do I. She farts when she stands up, so do I. She grunts getting up and down, so do I. She crosses her legs when she sneezes, so do I. She's beautiful and funny and she's just moved into the nursing home where I work and I see her every day and am enjoying spending her last years near me. Did I say I repeat myself!

Those os us who are happy and proud to be like our mums are very very lucky indeed, truly.

How very lucky you are menopause to see ur mum every day. When we are young the last thing we want to be is like our mothers. As time goes on we appreciate her more. I am becoming my mum a d with all her faults, am glad to do so. She passed away the day before her 9 1st bday

i cook every meal from scratch.
I don't buy anything ready made like cakes etc because you don't know what rubbish these factories put into things.
I knit nice woollies because they are warmer.
I don't bother with make up, Ponds vanishing cream is good enough for me.
I listen to the Archers - never miss it.
I look exactly like my mum - it must be genetic.
But she died at 71 and I'm still here......

Yes, I am becoming my Mother ( she was a lovely woman)

But she was a lot slimmer than me.

I also see my mother when I look in the mirror and have inherited her propensity to *over cater( dinner for 6, I'll do enough for at least 8 because you never know who might drop in)
*I wipe the kitchen sink dry!