I Am My Mother After AllSidetracked Sisters

I was 18 years old and sitting at Mom’s vanity doing my makeup. Mom came up behind me and put her hands on my shoulders. I looked from my face to hers and back to mine again and I started to cry a little. I said, “Oh My God… I DO look like you!” Boy, I sure know how to make someone feel like a million bucks! That’s just one way that I’m like my mom.

On another occasion, I was attending a Masonic function with my dad, because my mom couldn’t attend. Everyone that we encountered would comment on how much I looked like Sandy. So – I guess there is no denying who my mother is.

One more way that I’m like my mom is our “snarkiness”. She and I both have the ability to be sarcastic to a fault and if we aren’t careful, we can be viewed as rather bitchy with our snide comments.

On the flip side, we are incredibly different when it comes to our organizational and logic skills. I tend to be extremely analytical and organized, whereas Mom tends to be more of a “fly by the seat of your pants” kind of person. Just one example is when we are painting a room. I will methodically tape off the room, edge the perimeter and then start painting – top to bottom, left to right. Mom on the other hand will paint a little bit here and a little bit there and then come back to the beginning and continue. Both methods will get the job done, but missing a spot here and there has been known to happen when using Mom’s method.

When trying to decide if I’m more similar to or different from mom, I can’t decide. I could analyze the situation and make a list, or I could ask Mom her opinion, but she’d probably just take a guess.