I am my mother.

I am my mother.

 

 

Isn't she beautiful?

I am my mother because I have slowly over the years adopted some of her traits.

Some good, some bad. Some silly.

 

 

 

I have developed a small obsession with cookbooks. Mostly because some of them are beautiful.

I have big plans to make everything inside of them and it is rare that that happens.

After my mom passed, I'm pretty confident that we found hundreds of cookbooks in boxes. Some we had never seen before.

 

I am my mother because every Saturday morning she would get up and clean the house. Not that I clean the house on Saturday mornings, because I don't. But  because I turn into a complete crab when I clean. I remember staying as far away from her on Saturday mornings as possible because it was quite possible that you were going to get yelled at for no particular reason other than you were in the house, and you were not cleaning and being a crab as well.

 

I Love artichokes. I will never forget the first time she introduced me to a REAL artichoke. She showed me how to eat it. just that tiny bit of artichoke made me a lover of that delicious vegetable forever.

 

 

I am my mother because my husband is my best friend. Her and my dad were pretty much inseparable. They fought like cats and dogs, but their love went way beyond the pettiness of the little un- important things in life. I watched her stay by his side when he first got sick and him by hers. Never leaving. I love Jason with that same kind of love. Its very intense.

 

 

 I get up every morning and do my hair and make-up. Why? Just because. I feel better. I would stand in the bathroom with her and ask her all about her make-up and her hair. I watched her put it on, studied how she did her hair, and I became that girl.

 

I am my mother because I am becoming obsessed with new lipstick. She had a shoebox FULL of lipstick colors! She didn't like to look like she wasn't wearing any, so she had bright colors. I used to love picking out lipstick with her because I always picked out the brightest colors and she usually liked them! I have recently found a love for lipstick. I never wore it before, but it is slowly becoming my new favorite makeup.:)

 

 

Its so funny to me that without even thinking about it, I am becoming my mother in some ways. I miss her so much and most of all I hope that Nora gets to see how her grandma lived and loved, through me living and loving the same way.