You know that expression, “I’m turning into my mother?” I feel like the older I get, the more I say that.
I find it interesting that I’ve been saying that expression so much lately, because growing up, I swore that I was just like my dad; I looked like him, acted like him– I was a bona fide “daddy’s girl.” But now that I’m a married adult, I’m beginning to see so much more of my mom in me. Here are some similarities and personality quirks I’ve been noticing lately:
- My “neat freak” cleaning habits and the way I do chores: my mom loved and required a clean house. She even had her own particular way of completing certain chores, like washing the dishes, doing the laundry, and organizing things around the house. My mom taught me the way she wanted these chores completed, and if I didn’t do them the way she taught me, she would make me do them again! When I was a kid, I thought it was so annoying how she would always make me do chores her way, but now that I’m an adult, I find myself doing the same thing! I have my own way of doing certain chores (i.e. the way my mom taught me) and if Chris doesn’t do the dishes or the laundry “correctly,” I do them over again “my” way. Or rather, my mom’s way.
- I have pet-phobia: my mom was never an animal person because, like I just mentioned, she loved keeping a clean house. So to her, owning a pet equaled a constantly dirty house full of animal fur, dog pee, and who knows what else. Because of my mom’s pet-phobia, my family never owned any pets while I was growing up; therefore, I’m not a huge animal person either. I’m hoping to break this phobia of mine, though, if Chris and I get a dog this year.
- I make a big deal out of birthdays: my mom always made a huge deal out of our families’ birthdays. Not only did she have everyones’ birthdays memorized, she went out of her way to recognize the birthday person on his/her special day. My mom hosted huge birthday parties for me and my siblings. She sent cards and hand-picked gifts. She organized birthday lunches and dinners. You could always count on my mom to make you feel special on your birthday; now I try to do the same for the special people in my life, even if it’s just doing something small, like sending them a birthday card in the mail.
- I’m a crazy Asian driver: my mom was known for a lot of things, but her driving skill was not one of them. She was more known for her crazy driving. Same for me. Even though my dad is the one who taught me how to drive, I still drive like my mom.
Often, women see resemblances to their mother in a negative way. They say or do something that reminds them of their mom, roll their eyes and say, “Ugh, I’m turning into my mother!” I’m not one of those women. In my case, I see my resemblances to my mother in a positive way, because whenever I see traces of my mom come out in the things I say and do, I feel close to her. Old memories of her come flooding back to me, and for a quick second or two, it’s like she’s here with me again.
In what ways are you like your mom?