When do we become our mothers?
I have this photo on the sidebar of my other blog. I haven't actually looked at it, not really. But somehow my eye was drawn to it and I realized if I removed the glasses I would be looking into the face of my mother.
I didn't look like my mother when I was young, not even when I was of middling age. But as I am creeping along the short side to sixty, low and behold; it's the face of Kate staring back at me. That same weary, bemused look. The same face. Is this some strange twist of fate that all women end up looking like their mothers?
I almost wrote saints preserve us. Now I'm going to start talking like her too.