Are you like your mother?

My mother had peaches and cream skin and glossy brown hair.
I have not inherited either .
My dear Dad had thread veins and not much hair.
I have inherited both.

I'm a happy mix of them both for which I am eternally grateful

My Mum has always been so controlling, and even tho I am 65 she still tries to tell me what to do and how I should live my life ! It has frustrated me and others so much over the years, so with my own 3, I gave advice once, then stepped back while they made their own choices. I was a Manager overseeing 130 staff, Mum has never gone out to work since marrying, yet she still evidently knows best !! Dad just did as he was told for a quiet life !!

It's fascinating how the gene bag gets mixed up in each of us.
My paternal grandma and my brother both told me at different times how like my Dad I am in nature - to a tee - they said, and that pleases me. I have his blood group, his build, his hands and feet, his health pattern, his mouth, chin, fine hair and hairline - yet - I look like my mother with my fairer colouring. I see her when I catch my reflection in a shop window. I don't understand. I don't mind - just don't altogether get it.

Yes, when I look in the mirror, I see the older version of my mother looking back at me.
In temperament I am very conscious of being a mixture of both my parents and as far as attitudes go, I often feel closer to both my grandmothers and to the dear lady who helped in the house and contributed very largely to my sister and my upbringing.
I have tried all my adult life to eradicate my mother's bad habits of worrying instead of solving problems, of nagging my father and us and of being possessive in myself. However, critical I became of her, I did love her dearly, but I hope and trust I have never used either her words or tone of voice when speaking to my DH of DS.
My father had his faults too, and these I have tried to cure myself of too,

My mother had a very 'cruel tongue' and I hope I have not inherited that! However, I sometimes hear myself using my mother's logic (which when she used it seemed ridiculous!). I hope I have my father's patience - but I fear this has never happened, and never will.

I look like my grandmother. In a picture with all cousins together (all girls about the same age) you can see the resemblance with old Kate in all of us. Throw in my mother and the one remaining aunt and it's even more obvious.

I am very much like my dad but I have a lot of my mum in me I often here me say the same things she said. Yes callgirl I can dee the resemblance what a lovely photo

I see myself increasingly resembling mine - never saw it until recently. But trying to decide on a name for DD2, the morning after she was born, asking her (the baby) what she wanted to be called, I saw ny mum looking up at me and thought, "Well you're your Grannie's family, definitely!." I went through the baby names book until baby finally responded with sounded like a happy sigh - fortunately, because the whole family like her name.

Increasingly so. Especially since I stopped colouring my hair.
I also find myself copying her mannerisms

I have my father's eyes but I hope I haven't inherited anything from my mother.

Definitely my mum and one aunty.

We are/were all Hobbits (commonly known was the 'all t-t and as-o brigade) fortunately though without the big feet.

Having seen pictures of my birth mother I certainly look like her. No idea about my birth father! Cousins and uncles have said that I have a similar nature and share some of her mannerisms. Unfortunately I have to take their word for that as she died many years ago.

I personally can't see any resemblance to either of my parents (though 40+years ago a friend looked at my wedding photos and said, on looking at my dad, there's no mistaking whose daughter you are. I do, however, frequently see my eldest sister looking out at me from the mirror!

I realise I am becoming more like my mum as I age. Unfortunately it is the traits which irritated me that I am noticing.

I thought I looked more like my dad who died 20 years ago but when my Mum died 10 years ago the priest said I was her double. I have unfortunately inherited a lot of their weaker points shall we say, so I try constantly to ''do better'.

My eldest daughter and I resemble my mother, who had dark eyes and chestnut hair, even though we are blue eyed blonds. She was a wonderful, dear mother and in trying situations I find myself asking what she would have done so I can do it too. When I think of my father I always smile. He was kind and so funny but wise too. I loved them both dearly and hope I am just a little bit like both.

I'm like Dad's side of the family, my sister is like Mum's side.
In nature and appearance.

Like starlily106, I sincerely hope not for so many reasons. I work very hard at not being anything like her and it almost scares me when I get a glimpse of her when I look in the mirror.

I've been stopped once by a total stranger to ask if I was related to an uncle on my dads side. (Dark haired, sharp featured)I have also had a total stranger say "You must be John's daughter" - John is my mums brother. (Blond, snubby nosed looking)

I sometimes see my mother and sometimes my father so, I must be good mix of both of them.

I am nothing like either of my parents....in looks or personality....must have been a foundling...I loved them but didnt always like them not easy relationship with them

I have my father's physical traits but with my mother's colouring. My OH took a photo on holiday a year or so back, and somehow I seemed to resemble both my Grandmothers....

I am not like my mother other than in looks. There the resemblance ends.
As an only child, I did not find out until her later years, why I had always felt such an inconvenience to her and what was so obvious her disinterest in any thing I did.
Another story but this experience made me what I am today. A survivor for which I am grateful.

I look like my Mother and am not at all unhappy about that. However I wish I had more of her personal attributes. She was a woman of such integrity that I daily think of her with huge admiration and gratitude. Unfortunately I didn't find out about many of her kindnesses and strengths until after her death when others related particular incidents to me. Amazing woman methinks. I was truly blessed without actually realising it.