In many moments of spite in my childhood, I have told myself that I am going to do things differently and not be like my mother. But then I grew up, and realized that adulting is not as easy as my teenage rebellious brain made it out to be. And of course, my relationship with my mom has evolved from a guardian to a friend. Subconsciously, I have also picked up many of her habits and traits. If you relate to this, here are six signs that, like me, you are beginning to sound just like your mum!
My mom is an expert at keeping things neat and tidy, and as a child, I was clumsy as heck. Needless to say, even if I tried with the best of my abilities, my room would never be clean enough according to my mother's standards. Now that I live with two housemates, I have a major problem with things being out of place and on my part, and I have to credit mommy dearest for keeping my surroundings spic and span!
Now, I don't want to beat my own drum but much like my mum, I can cook a mean chicken curry! It took over a year of trial and error to make myself comfortable in the kitchen but I love whipping up something or the other for my loved ones. Cooking is quite therapeutic and I honestly, don't want to stop!
Mothers are known to put everyone else's needs before theirs and I seem to be following Ma's footsteps to the T. Whenever I have friends or family visiting, I am extra mindful of their needs and at times bend over backward to ensure they are well fed and rested and having a jolly good time.
Because I have been living on my own for almost a decade now, I am ridiculously particular about doing things my way - right from my laundry to how I like my eggs for breakfast. I think Ma would be proud that I have finally learned to hold my ground and also let go at times when need be.
Like my mother, I have developed this habit of eerily predicting when sh*t is about to hit the fan in a friend's life when they haven't listened to my advice. Obviously I do want them to be happy always, but when my predictions come true, much like my mother I rub it in their faces by telling them, "I told you so."
My mother is never not there for us, and I couldn't thank her enough for taking time out for even the most insignificant of my brother and my problems. Whenever my loved ones say that I have always been there for them, I remember my mother for helping me be the best version of myself.