In what ways are you like your mother?

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.

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"!

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

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 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 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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

None, I hope.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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