My mother turned seventy last week. This week she is living it up in New York with her sister. How awesome is that?
I went to her birthday party before she left and she joked to an old friend that I was turning into her because I’d been given a sewing machine for my birthday.
That would definitely not be a bad thing. Not many people would want to turn into their mother. But for the most part, I wouldn’t mind.
She’s an adventurer. She has a soft heart. And she’s like freaking McGyver. She can make anything. And no matter what adversity is thrown her way she just gets things done. She’s honest to the point of uncomfortable and not at all apologetic about that.
When I look at my eldest daughter I see my mother staring back at me. Which is mostly cool and only slightly unnerving.
So I would be happy to turn into my mother. Because the person she is turned out to be pretty incredible.