If anyone told me 10 years ago that someday I'll be the exact same copy of my mother, I would't believe him. But now I' m realizing with each passing day that I'm becoming Her. I act the way she acted facing the same situation when i was a little girl. I yell at my kids with her tone of yelling, i nag with them to eat the same meal she used to nag me to eat. I sit in the club in front of my children's training with a cup of tea and a bag of yarn, knitting . I always look for big bags because I have lots of " essentials" to carry with me.And what I also realized, that my baby girl grew up and now she's me. She's me at her age, laughing, jumping, talking, the same way I used to be. She stand in front of her mirror dancing and singing the same as I used to do. Now she likes to take a walk with her friends and to sit with them away from my table, she's asking for her independence gradually. She started talking about boys, who's a good boy and who's naughty. She started to find that she's beautiful and recognize her points of strength. She's stepping into teen aging with a small but yet defined steps. I can see myself as a teenager in her.
I fear now that days go by so quickly and she become a bride and I loose this little girl of mine. Her innocence and naivety, and her love of the upcoming life.
I never asked my mother how she felt when I was a little girl growing in front of her eyes? But I'm sure that she felt the same way too. That she was becoming her mother, and I became her.
