In what ways are you like your mother?

I wiah I was more like my mother as she was a much better person than me. She was a lovely mother and grandmother and always welcoming to visitors including my friends even when uexpected. I have similar interests eg music,reading;crosswords and like me she was a mediocre cook.but I am much lazier and less patient. I tried to bring my chikdren up in a similar way and to be jyst as good a grandmother. Im not all that look her to look at but sometimes catch and ecpress5i9n of hers in tge mirror. Dd is very anoyed if anyone suggests she's like me (!) And again shes not that much like me in looks but is in character I think.

I don't want to be anything like my mother, but can see myself doing 'mum things' now and again, but I absolutely refuse to worry about what the neighbours think or say- which sadly ruled mum's life.

I know I look like my mother. My 2 sisters and I strongly resemble both her and her mother. I struggle to be not like her in some personality traits. She had a hard life, and never had opportunities to develop her potential, so I should not be too critical of the things about her I did not care for.

Day6...that could have been me writing about my mum. I was born in 1950 when she was 42, a mistake and I was an only child. She was a fantastic mum and grandma to my two children. So much so that my son named his daughter after her.

Sadly, none. Mum was everything a mum could and should be. I tried and try my best but mum made it her mission to be the linchpin and she succeeded.
I think it was because her parents abandoned her to boarding school aged 7 and she never ever went home again.
One of my sons has her beautiful, kind, hazel eyes and I see her whenever he looks at me.
RIP mum. I miss you...lots.

I don't look anything like her and I hope I am nothing like her in any way. She was horrible with no saving graces at all. She was adopted and her adoptive parents (my grandparents) were my favourite people in the world - I used to beg to live with them instead but sadly only 1 week in the summer holidays was allowed, from the age of 3 - their life was the one I was happy in - peace and quiet with no arguments or drama.

I am very like her in looks and no doubt in other ways too, but like 123kitty's mother, mine cared about what other people thought. She also became a hoarder in later life. Both those traits I'm trying to avoid.

My Mother was very slow in her movements and it took her ages to get things done whereas I was the opposite , she used to say I can't have done a certain task properly as I'd been too quick which annoyed me as it wasn't true but I hope I've inherited her kindness and sense of fair play, I loved her dearly.

I have my Mum's love of flowers, baking cakes and performing skits and monologues. However in looks and personality I am much more like my Dad. Just like him, I loved and admired my Mum.

I always used Mum as a guide for how to live my life. If she did it, I didn't do it. So far that is working fine for me .

I have tried all my life not to be like my mother. She was an awful mam, and I would be very upset if someone told me i was like her in any way

I am not a bit like my mother, thank god, she was an alcoholic nymphomaniac who neglected my sister and I dreadfully.

The older I get the more like my Mum I am . I would also give you the shirt off my back Paddyann as she would have done . She was always for the underdog and taught me strong socialist principals . She came to live with me when she became ill in later life , I felt that I was paying her back for all she had done for me . I know I was lucky to have her for a Mum . My Dad was another story !

I have tried all my life to be nothing like my mother. even now its hard to be with her. My father died last week and to be honest if you spoke to her you wouldnt think anything happened its still me me me. She even shunned my daughter and DGS after his autism diagnosis because in her words "how can I let people know hes faulty"!

Must say that when I look into the mirror it is my Dad (not my Mum) that stares back at me.
I dearly loved my Mum, and she was a lovely, gentle person. However, the strength I have comes from my Dad, and I find myself getting annoyed with many of the things that used to annoy him.
I know that I look very like him and people have approached me asking if I am his daughter, 50 or 60 years after they have seen him.