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My mother’s daughter

I am. For a long time I didn’t want to be, couldn’t believe I was but I am. I turn more into my mother’s daughter every day it seems. I fought her music; it’s mine now. I play her card games, her board games. I watch her television shows. I call her on nearly a daily basis and even though she may not understand, she listens to my problems big and small. I laugh at her expense and she at mine. I am selfish, in part, because she was. I am a product of her and I can accept that now, maybe even embrace it.

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One Response to “My mother’s daughter”

  1. Caity 5:31 am on June 21st, 2009

    I used to hate the fact that I had some of my mother’s qualities, too. I have more of her mannerisms and now I just accept it.