|My mom (right) at her graduation with her bestie|
My sister and I are awfully weird, funky and funny. My sister inherited my mom’s musical inclination and chooses instruments at random to learn in her free time. Siri also inherited my mom’s tendency to do strange yet hilarious poses for the camera. I inherited my mom’s black thumb - the only thing I can successfully grow is mold. I also have her snappy temper, quick to anger but easy to forgive and forget.
It’s a scary / comforting feeling about turning into my mom. There’s an inherent and potentially irrational fear that I think all women have about turning into their mothers. But there’s the other part of me that feels relieved that I will always be able to have a little bit of my mom with me, no matter where either of us are.
Love you mom.