Linking the b&w picture below with the I Heart Faces photo challenge this week.
Do you ever scare yourself when you talk to your mom on the phone and you hear yourself talking back to you. And you are both getting so old that you cannot remember if you are really talking to your mom or just to yourself. Yeah that.
Just when we don’t think it’s going to happen – we turn into our mothers.
Not completely though – I’d like to think that the female species is an evolving and smart creature. We learn from our mother’s unfortunate choices and we do just a bit better. Maybe by the next generation, we will truly rule the world. I can almost taste world peace all wrapped up in joy with an Anthropologie dress some smart flats from Tory Burch and a Louis bag for all. Happy communes of women with pool boys serving champagne as we care for each other’s children.
I have my mother’s fierce determination, her sarcasm and her quick laugh and ability to cry at the drop of a hat. We wear our emotions on our sleeves and don’t apologize for it. I can scream like you’ve never heard a scream, but I will be your most loyal friend and keep our whispers of secrets silent forever in trust – a trait I inherited from her.
Thankfully though, I don’t keep ketchup from 1998 or buy 50 cake mixes just because they are on sale.
I love how the face of motherhood has changed in my generation. When I was a baby – most mother’s were young. Just out of high school, just out of college. Now first time mothers are easily found in their 40′s. Even so I’ve still been confused for Astrid’s grandmother. So I try to keep up with the Nutrisse nights and I bought the Botox Groupon.
And when I am really a grandma, holy shit will I look the part.
And because I am actually in the photos for once(thank you self-timer)..I am also linking up with Mommy and Me Monday.