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Women, Are You Turning Into Your Mothers?
Take a moment to assess. I’ll wait.
“Mom, is that you?”
The other day, I scared the living shit out of myself. How? By glancing in the mirror. Because my reflection was not mine, not the Sherry I’m used to seeing in the looking glass. Instead, I saw my mother!
Considering that my dear mother is no longer of this Earth, that was frightening, indeed.
I mean, WTF? How did this happen? It must be a cosmic joke. Perpetrated by someone or something with a really twisted sense of humor.
A joke, or not, that old adage about we women morphing into our moms is one hundred percent true. So dead-on in fact, that it merits delving into.
As I try to nail down the exact period in time when my mother inhabited my body and soul, I recall that years ago, I favored my father. Physically and emotionally.
Everyone would say: “You look just like your dad!” And, as I look back on old photos of myself, I sure as hell did.
No longer. Now, I get double takes from family members, including my sister, who just the other day nearly busted a gut over something I said that reminded her of our mother.
