mother

The more I live life the more I realise I am turning into my mother. This is something that people joke about happening, to me it is a reality. And it really doesn't bother me. Although some things I now do that my mum used to do really used to annoy me. One of these was cleaning the house before going on holiday. She used to like coming back to a clean and tidy house. It use to drive us made that she would be cleaning when we used to be leaving, or when other things that we thought were more important should've been happening. But now I love coming back from holiday to a clean and tidy house. And so before I go away, I spend time cleaning and tidying - although I make sure its not done at the last minute. There are other things that I now find myself saying or doing like mum used to. I like it, I like to think that part of her lives on in me. And I hope that I manage illness with just a portion of the grace and dignity that she did, whilst still having those inevitable what's going on I don't like moments that she occasionally had.