My kindergarten self, my grand-mom, mom-mom and grand-mom-like friend.For as long as I can remember and well before, I have been told that I look like my mom.
Of course my my infant-self was blissfully unaware of appearances, my child-self was more concerned with picking flowers and mastering cart-wheels
(something I am still not able to do) and my teenage-self was to busy being all angst-y to notice or
like care or whatever.
It was not until my adult-self took a trip to Italy last year that I saw it.
As I waited to board the airport shuttle in Rome, staring right back into my eyes from the reflection of the window was
my mom. My heart even jumped at the excitement of seeing her and for that brief moment thinking she was there with me. I finally saw it - I look just like my mom.
Now I see it all the time - in the way I hold me face, the way I tell stories and people stare back mildly confused at what I am saying, and most excitedly, in the way I think.
She is beautiful, intelligent, a little bit out there and endlessly amusing. She rocks and I couldn't be happier to share her looks and if I am lucky, a whole lot more of who she is.
Happy Friday and Happy Mothers Day!
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