Nestled into the hills behind Cal Poly SLO sat an incredible house we made home for four days. When we pulled up, the boys gasped, This place is magical. Wiser words couldn’t have been said.
Why Turning into Mom is Okay, and 3 Ways I Want to Be Just.Like.Her
Anything we did similarly- mannerisms, phrases, interests- there was Dad’s voice, You’re turning into your mother.
Ugh. Dad. I’m ME! My own unique person {can you detect the need for independence?} I’m NOT turning into mom.
We are so very different; ‘Lil Mom and I, yet, so very similar. And more than ever, I hope to emulate who she not only is, but who she is continually becoming.
Aside from the fact that I hug strangers and speak in occasional sing-song like her, we are night-and-day. Okay, we talk with our hands, love designing, speaking in front of people, planning parties. Gift-giving, encouraging, and positivity come second nature and celebrating- is there a party? Good! Someone must be celebrated. Never mind our impulsive, impatient sides. Aside from made-up words and connecting at the heart, we really are incredibly different. {Sarcasm now in full force} I never pick roses for friends, write notes in our sons books, or send cards in the mail just.like.her. Oh gosh! It’s true! Who am I kidding? My dad was right. I’m becoming my mother!