I guess it’s not that scary anymore.

8 Sep

People have always told me that I look that my mom.  This is not something any pre-teen, teenage, or even college-age girl wants to hear.  My mom has always been 30 years old than me.  No one wants to look 30 years older than they are.  Not now, and definately not when you’re 12. 

Anyway, I have succumbed to the fact that I strongly resemble my mother, with the exception of my father’s full mouth of chops, which he also shows in its entirety with every smile.  But I’m also getting used to the fact that I act like her.  Not only do I have an unconventional rationale for everything (like taking all the wrappers off the Starbursts so they are easier to eat while driving, which may make me crazy), but I know I possess a lot of her qualities, too.  She’s funny, loving, nurturing, and has a way with people.

Today my boss, who doesn’t know my mother at all, gave me the biggest compliment in saying that she would lik e to meet Barb and tell her what a good job she did.  Considering that my mom rivals Mother Teresa in all categories except not using “Hallelujah” as a swear word, I’ll take that as a compliment.

Me, hanging out with myself in 30 years

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