I caught a glimpse of myself sitting the other day, legs crossed, and realized that the yoga pants that bag over the top of my shoes when I’m standing somehow come halfway up my calves when I’m sitting, exposing my socks and a bit of winter pale leg — just the way Mom’s always did. I have a pain in my right leg that makes me stand funny when I first get out of the chair — just the way Mom always did. I was watching a movie the other night with this obnoxious kid who totally ignored everything his mother told him, and I caught myself muttering, “I’d box his ears.” Just the way Mom always did.
(I don’t say “box his ears.” Never. At least, until now. Mom was the boxer. I’m a smacker.)
When we went to the 4th of July cookout at my uncle’s this year, one of my aunts whom I haven’t seen in a while put her hand to her heart when I walked up and said, “Lord, you look just like your mama.”
When I saw myself with sitting that day — old lady socks and white skin showing — I thought the same thing. 
Marilyn–
That’s not a bad thing to become! You’re mother was a wonderful, strong, beautiful woman.
Thank you, Meg! I think part of it’s payback for laughing at her old-lady socks and asking, “Why are your pants so short?” more than once.
And thou shalt in thy daughter see,
This picture, once, resembled thee.
~Ambrose Philips
I look at my hands and see my mom’s hands. Comforting but scary. Lol.
Oh, me, too!
I like the quote. Do you see that in your daughter? She’ll be a lovely, lovely woman if she resembles you.
How nice of you. She and I are a lot alike – much to her dismay, now. Love your posts here and on the other writers’ blogs. You really make me think. Sometimes that is painful-lol.
I remember being dismayed by how much my mom and I were alike when I really, really wanted to be my own person. I grew to appreciate it, though, over time.
Thanks for being a good friend. Someday we’ll have to try to meet in person. (I can hear Meg saying, “Road trip!!!”)
Sounds good. In search of the perfect barbecue?
I turned into my Mom about three years ago.
Road trip! I’ve only been in Deb’s part of the country a couple times.Driving through with no stops is not my idea of exploring!
I’ll be searching for the perfect piece of pie.