Night time musings

I was laying awake the other night and thinking about ways that I am alike and unlike my mother. This evaluation was prompted by the sobering reality that I am 30, have two kids and doing things, (keeping house, paying bills, rearing children), that I saw my mother do. I've reached that magic age where you are a contemporary of the parent you had growing up. It's somewhat scary, not getting older, but being at a stage of life you remember your parents being at. You start wondering if you measure up, if you are doing the right things, are you making the most of your life and making all her hard work of nurturing you and raising you worthwhile and meaningful. (Not to leave you out Dad! -rest assured you were also a postive formative element of my childhood, but on that particular night I was specifically pondering the role of motherhood.) Anyway, this is a layout looking at some of the simple ways I am like my mother...obviously not an exhaustive list. And while there are many ways we are different I'm happy to say there are many ways we are the same, and I have her to thank for that.