Just started following you and went back into the stack to find this. My mom died a few years ago, and as much as I loved her I have been so afraid to become like her. Overweight, slightly disinterested and judgmental, I'm afraid I'm fighting a losing battle. I'm trying hard to find the lovely things about her (there were some) and embrace her, and also recognizing the things I don't like about myself are not her fault. Sigh. I appreciate you telling your story.
I think it's important to recognize that your mother's legacy is not YOUR legacy. As I age, I start to look more like her, according to my kids. It always makes me cringe, but I am a different person in most ways, and you probably are, too. Never lose your power of autonomy. Awareness is the first step.
Thanks for your heartwarming story of photography, flowers, and your mother's passion. Sounds like you have closets full of memories of your mom even without all the photos.
Oh no, I just realized I saw your sweet note about me and forgot to say thank you. I always appreciate how sweet and supportive you are. By the way, your story is beautiful.
Just started following you and went back into the stack to find this. My mom died a few years ago, and as much as I loved her I have been so afraid to become like her. Overweight, slightly disinterested and judgmental, I'm afraid I'm fighting a losing battle. I'm trying hard to find the lovely things about her (there were some) and embrace her, and also recognizing the things I don't like about myself are not her fault. Sigh. I appreciate you telling your story.
I think it's important to recognize that your mother's legacy is not YOUR legacy. As I age, I start to look more like her, according to my kids. It always makes me cringe, but I am a different person in most ways, and you probably are, too. Never lose your power of autonomy. Awareness is the first step.
Thank you ❤️
This is a gorgeous piece of writing and deeply poignant.
TBG
Appreciate you, dear TBG.
Thanks for your heartwarming story of photography, flowers, and your mother's passion. Sounds like you have closets full of memories of your mom even without all the photos.
You can say that again, dear friend. Thanks for your support.
I so feel this!
Thanks, kindred spirit.
Have you become like one of your family members despite your best efforts?
Oh no, I just realized I saw your sweet note about me and forgot to say thank you. I always appreciate how sweet and supportive you are. By the way, your story is beautiful.
Thank you for republishing this article. Your gardening skills are admirable. Grateful for you!