Not become my mother

I’m not going to worry about this. Life is too short. I’m not her so I’m good with that. I love her so much, she just drives me bonkers sometimes. but who’s mother dosen’t do that right.

The harder i try not to be like her, the more i will become her so i’ll stop and just accept who i am [for now, i’ll probably change my mind in a minute].

Ah i was thinking the other day of taking this off because i thought i was being a bit stupid but no, i really don’t want to become my mother, she doesn’t know who she is, she acts like an insolent child and she has no perspective on anything.

My mom’s changed a lot so this goal doesn’t really apply to me anymore.

long story…..

This one speaks for itself, don’t you think?

Ah, the stories I could tell…

I love my mom, she actually is getting softer as she gets older, but she was raised in a very very cold British family, her mother was Head Mistress at a girls school and interacted with her children as if they were her wards. I don’t remember hugs and kisses or giggling or playing silly, even to this day, she doesn’t say she loves me, it’s just a given…...but with my daughter, we hug and kiss and say we love each other several times a day. I haven’t been the best for awhile, but I’m getting better and as she is becoming a teen…..well, time goes fast I want her to remember good things. My mom is trying to. Maybe she to realizes time is moving fast.

I may not have intended to have a daughter when I did but I always try to keep in mind that it wasn’t her fault.