It happens to the best of us. You catch ourselves saying something in a specific tone, buying a product we never would have a few years ago, dressing a certain way, or styling our hair differently. You pause for a moment – something seems strangely familiar. Then it clicks, and you realise that you are “turning into your mother.”
It may be in a good way, it may be in a bad way. It may even be a combination of both.
My realisation came about a year ago. I remember looking into the mirror, but I didn’t see myself. I saw an overweight bare faced woman in unflattering clothes. Who was this person? What happened to the fashion obsessed fun loving blonde who wouldn’t leave the house without a full face of makeup? Where had she gone? She was gone. It was official. I had let myself go. I was turning into my mother.
But becoming my mother wasn’t all bad. I inherited her craftiness, her passion for cooking and baking, and the love she had for her children.
This blog is about my life as a wife and a mother, and my journey to re-discover myself. The girl I used to be.
This blog is about me un-becoming my mother.