When I was younger people always told me I looked like my Dad, my sister was the one who looked like my mom. As I got older I would tell her "Look! You gave me your bad eyesight or my asthsma is from your side of the family!"
She would always reply "maybe, but who gave you your beautiful blue eyes and thick hair, people would kill for your hair!"
And I would walk off. Mad. Because, people, she also gave me her premature grey hair!
Now that I am older, once in awhile I will catch myself in the mirror and see a flash of my mother, were I alone once stood.
My hands are my mother's hands.
My beef stroganoff is my moms.
My love for reading is something that my mom fostered in me.
How to change a diaper, care for a sick baby and french braid hair is all from my mom.
That alone gives her a pass for the grey hair.
Happy Mother's Day to all of you who are moms or have moms.
This post was written for all of the moms in the world and for Parent Bloggers Network and http://www.ebay.com/celebritymoms.
3 months ago