I started turning into my mum when I was 27. I wiped around the taps in the middle of washing up and it was my mum's hand doing it. I may have sworn.
Of course, the repertoire has now expanded to include a quick wipe round of the worktops in the middle of washing up.
I had to unlearn putting cups and glasses rim down in the cupboard when I moved in with my husband. He's mystified by it. I refuse to stop nesting the saucepans, though.
Your post made me think of the relative weight of similarities and differences. I think I've been far more influenced by turning away from what I disliked in my parents than the gestures, expressions, and thoughts I've inherited. I suspect that may be the case for you as well.
I have to respect your mother's tea/aspidistra move.
The one about the gasp is so heartwarming - made me smile reading about it.
I am definitely turning into my mother - I tell her not to fret, and then go home and fret myself in exactly the same way.
I deploy the full force of therapy (and the support of my partner) not to turn into my father.
I started turning into my mum when I was 27. I wiped around the taps in the middle of washing up and it was my mum's hand doing it. I may have sworn.
Of course, the repertoire has now expanded to include a quick wipe round of the worktops in the middle of washing up.
I had to unlearn putting cups and glasses rim down in the cupboard when I moved in with my husband. He's mystified by it. I refuse to stop nesting the saucepans, though.
Laura,
Your post made me think of the relative weight of similarities and differences. I think I've been far more influenced by turning away from what I disliked in my parents than the gestures, expressions, and thoughts I've inherited. I suspect that may be the case for you as well.
I have to respect your mother's tea/aspidistra move.
Thanks David. Yes that resonates. And the plant thing was certainly murder but also yes undeniably a boss move!
It gets worse the older you get. Sorry.
Sigh.