In what ways are you like your mother?

I'm just like mum, physically and mentally, horrifies me but brilliant role model,so,won't complain.

All I know was that I loved my mother very much. She was modern in her views compared to the mothers of my friends at school. She'd had a rotten life with a mean father who knocked her about but was able to start fresh with us and be a kind patient understanding mother.
I have just followed her method of bringing up children and am always presentable regarding clothes -just like she always was. I've also been told that I have her gift of making light pastry.
She was an avid reader and I am as well.
I missed her terribly when she died.

As I have become older I can see my mother in the mirror but I am now a good ten years older than she was when she died so it will be interesting to see how she would have aged as I do so myself. DH says I am like her in my ways too and if I am even half way like her I would be pleased. She has been gone for more than half of my life and I still miss her terribly and think of her a great deal. I wish I could have been a better daughter to her than I think I was but it was me she waited for in her last illness and when I had arrived home and we had talked everything out she went.

Reading that back I should have put a comma after the word 'out,' as that would read as I meant it.

I Like gardening, cooking and baking just like Mum. My hair is greying in exactly the same way. She was funny and my sons tell me I am funny also.

I would be proud to be like my mum. Funny kind loved her family. The only way I'm like her that I don't like is I'm a worrier. I definitely sound like her.

I suspect I'm like her in some ways - I once asked her which parent I took after and she said 'neither - you are completely different.
We both 'go with the flow' and are laid back. Neither of us have an interest in housework beyond doing the necessary.

My Mum has always been brilliant with practical hands on assistance ..... however, it was used as a means to control, i.e. you need me so please do as you are told. So opinionated and controlling and it took me years to become assertive and say no. So now I’m evidently a difficult daughter who won’t conform ! In turn, I gave my 3 my advice, then stood back and let them make their own decisions, they are who they want to be and I couldn’t be any closer to any of them. They talk to me about anything as they know I won’t judge them as I was judged. Mum did, and still does her best, it’s just who she is, my Dad was nagged constantly and Mum even told her own Mum what she should and shouldn’t be doing. When we lose her, if the world does not change drastically, it will be proof to me that God does not exist, because once she gets “up there” God won’t stand a chance !!

When I was little Mummy was the most wonderful person in the world, in her old age she became a sad, bitter , bigoted woman, so I have tried to keep the traits that I loved as a child and teenager and not develop the ones that made the latter 20 years of my mother's life very trying for us all - herself included.

I love cooking, children, cats, music, theatre - all traits that I share with her. I am open-minded, as she was both as a young and a mature woman, and I still have no idea what changed her in later life.

And yes, sometimes when I look in the mirror I see her, or my maternal grandmother looking back at me!

I am the world's most inappropriate giggler having inherited that trait from her.

Unfortunately I am nothing like my mother who was a good cook and seamstress and well liked by everybody. I am the opposite. Her name was Milly hence my Gransnet name, although it is my middle name so some excuse. However my poor daughter has twice been mistaken for me!! There is 21 years between us. Fortunately we get on well.

My mum was a lovely lady, always good tempered, generous, and loved a good laugh. We loved having in-jokes and recycled funny stories. I also love fun and laughter, but I have had higher expectations in life which she may have had in private but never showed. She never seemed dissatisfied or envied anyone though. I was very lucky with my Mum and Dad, I wish they were still here.

My mother was a lovely parent and a lovely person; she had the knack of making her friends feel like better versions of themselves and more than 300 people turned up at her funeral. She was also extremely intelligent, a real Renaissance woman, worked throughout her adult life as a professionally qualified engineer, wrote poetry, volunteered as a Church Recorder for NADFAS, supported several charities, and was generally wonderful.

I am but a pale imitation - but I do try!

I sometimes feel my face making the same expressions as my Mother does. I am also quite a practical person with a view that you can conquer anything if you put your mind to it which I definitely get from her. Without my medication I can also be as temperamental as her but whereas she thinks it is ok to be like that and others should just put up with it, I don't. There are so many ways I try not to be like her and I would never have beaten my children or given them such a turbulent life like she did.

I look in the mirror and am reminded of my mother, though I am not really her double.
I have her resilience, her positivity, her strength of character, but also her feeling that her way is the best way of doing things. I wish I were half as loving and generous as she was (both with her time and what little she had).
She found it hard to spend money on herself, as for most of her life she struggled to make ends meet, and gave away what extra she had eg her £10 Christmas bonus. She was a great recycler, long before it became popular, but also a hoarder, a trait which to some extent I have inherited

My mother is long gone and I do my best never to be like her.

I like to think I am not like her at all!

I had two very different Mums. The first was loving, full of fun, hard working. Ours was the house where all our friends were welcome, my mum was the one who took us all on adventures, threw wonderful parties and helped set up a very successful youth club.

Then she reached menopause and everything changed. She became totally self obsessed, demanding, a hypochondriac who claimed to have several terminal illnesses which she recovered from miraculously. Always a church-goer she became obsessed with religion and shunning her old friends and cousins, gathered a coterie of misfits and well weird people, who, on occasion chastised my lovely father, my sister and me for neglecting her, not feeding her or spending time with her - which was SO far from the truth.

With hindsight, I realise that she was depressed, paranoid, suffering from mental illness, but never got proper treatment as successive doctors prescribed medication for her presenting problems without ever getting to the bottom of the trouble. Eventually, we summoned a friendly pharmacist who threw out most of the pills she had continued to take (repeat prescriptions) and she improved enormously, although later, she had one of her new friends reorder the old prescriptions which she hid and continued to take until my DF found her stash.

She missed out on so much, was always 'too ill' to help or visit when the DGC were born or when my Sister and I both had miscarriages. She took little to do with her 4 DGC so they missed out too, although they all adored their Grandad who was very involved with them and took them on outings and adventures.

Towards the end of her life, with medication sorted out she was much better and able to enjoy holidays to the sun, family celebrations, and long chats, though still prone to retreat into illness when there was a crisis or work to be done.

I suppose I am like my DM in many ways, especially as I have long term clinical depression. The difference is that I have it well under control thanks to modern anti-Ds and because of my DM's example, a determination not to let it affect my family life or relationships in a negative way.

Am nothing like my Mother physically, but in many ways am similar.I thought she was the best Mother in the world, and she sadly died shortly after I married.She had a hard upbringing and an uncaring Mother and fortunately was nothing like her own Mother.She was very maternal and kind in thought and actions to those who needed it, but could soon tell if somebody was swinging the lead.She was always reading and encouraged us to read well written books even from a young age.She was very independent ( which as it turned out, she needed to be) always worked and was completely honest in every way.She loved babies and children and pets.

Other than we had green fingers, and a love of cooking .

I never knew my birth mother as she died shortly after I was born. But when I was growing up I was always being told I looked like her, and it seems I have inherited some of her creative talents. So this raises another question: nature or nurture? My adoptive 'mother' (my aunt) was a caring, capable, introverted woman with a rather low self esteem. She loved me, cared for me, gave me a lovely home and tried to mould me into the sister she had lost. My aunt loved cooking and was a good cook - I hate cooking. I love art and creative crafts - my aunt had no interest whatsoever and considered my artistic successes a complete waste of time. She threw my sketches away but kept those done by her sister. She didn't want me to get married, my sole purpose was to be her companion and carer as she had been for her parents. She was often critical of the way I brought up my children and of the fact that we had more than one child. Despite that I am pleased that my kids adored their Nanny even though she made it far tobvious that our eldest child was her favourite, something which our 2nd child has never forgotten. I suppose I loved her but there was a lot I didn't like about her, and we grew further apart in her later years. I sometimes find myself saying the same things she used to, but in most respects I am nothing like her and would never want to be.

My mum went through the war, she had to be tough and it wasn’t till I got older I understood why, the stories she told me of ww2 were quite frightening, they lived near the docks in Woolwich, was bombed out if one house I wasn’t born then but my eldest sister was. Lots of other stories so I think it made her more resilient, she mellowed when she was older was an amazing gm to all our children and so was my dad. I look like my mum, but that’s all.

None, I hope.

Don’t think I’m like my mother. At least, I hope I’m not. She had a lot of skills (I think they’re skills) in the kitchen and could fillet fish, pluck and draw chickens and skin and draw rabbits. I can’t do anything like that. Once my little sister was at secondary school mother started drinking and had bottles hidden all over the house. She was a bit of a hyperchondriac too and the doctor called at the house one Saturday morning because she hadn’t been to see him all week and he wondered if she was OK. I never remember having a conversation with her. I hope I’m not like that.

I would not want to be like my mum in any way .
She was not a nice person .