As each day, week, and year passes I am noticing little tiny details in my demeanor and personality that are exact replicas of memories I have of my mother. We can argue all night about nature vs. nuture, but I would rather not. I think it is sweet and fun to pick out the pieces of me that are my mother, my father and me.
This weekend I discovered that I am becoming my mother because I enjoy watching TV while I fold my clothes. I have distinct memories of my mother both folding and ironing clothes while watching Oprah. Oprah was her laundry folding television show of choice. Law and Order SVU is mine.
Love you mom.by