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.


Un-Becoming My Mother

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