At some point every child/adolescent breaks for the border.
Finally the umbilical cord snaps or stretches beyond human recognition and the progeny cries freedom! But most girlies don’t quite escape …
You know you’re turning into your mother when:
- Bridget Jones’s knickers cease to be funny.
Necessary coverage for any sporty girl, of any age … obviously the comfort factor is entirely coincidental! Big but though … big knickers should always, always, be camouflaged between sheets on the washing line. Stop doing that and you’re sliding down that slope!
- You declared you would always listen to Radio 1 and didn’t.
Ok, it made sense, when you had your own creature, to switch to Radio 2 … melodious, won’t wake the baby. But accidentally knocking the programming to Radio 3, in the car, and going with it … that’s a sign!
- You don’t reach for a bikini on the first sunny day of the year.
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Instead you reach for a Karcher. Because the pleasure of blasting off winter grime from paving slabs (together with a cheeky little red) far exceeds stripping off and zapping rays.
- Shoes
I’ve always loved shoes. Couldn’t careless that I nudge 6ft … bring on the heels! Wore slightly more sensible heals as a young mum. But at some point, and I don’t recall when, I started buying flats – flat boots, flat shoes, flat sandals … just like my mum!
- Eye brows
I’ve plucked them from age 12, on and off. Easy job – hold skin taught, don’t breathe too hard on mirror – it steams up; pluck and try to get both brows the same shape! When it starts getting fuzzy you buy a magnifying mirror. Eventually you go out and get them done … just like your mum.
- Perspective
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It’s only recently I’ve recognised that I have more years behind me than in front. My mum tells me ‘every day is a gift’; I tell that to my son and hear my mother’s voice as I do.
- May be I want to …
She’s a pretty clever lady – nearly worked at No. 10. She doesn’t shock easily and loves us heaps. Perhaps it’s not such a bad thing turning into your mother – in moderation.
I’m thinking of having a tattoo. Might shock my son – but it won’t shock my mum!
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