Becoming like your Mother can conjure many positive and negative connotations – caring, kind, naggy and impatient. As I enter my mid twenties I’ve come to realise that my Mother definitely did have method in her madness. I’m becoming my Mother, and unlike most women I’ve spoken to and articles I’ve read, I’m happy with that.

I guess my conclusion to this is slightly biased – being an only child and indeed a ‘Mummy’s girl’, I’m quite proud to find my out my maturer musings are a replica of my Mums.

As I look back into my childhood, everything (well almost everything) my Mum said was true.
“Don’t go to bed with wet hair, you’ll get a cold” TRUE.
“Don’t start messing around with your eyebrows too soon” TRUE.
“Telling your family and friends that you love them is important” TRUE -(i’ve especially found the importance of this since i’ve been married and have seen the dynamics of a different family)
“Time will heal everything” – well we’re still healing.
She even knew which of my friends were the ‘good ones’ and which would become the twonks later on in life.

Now, this may sound like I had a great relationship with my Mum and most of the time I did. However, like every other teenager – I was also a little twat at times. Rolling home ‘drunk as a skunk’ (her words not mine, however I don’t think skunks have ever been infamous drunks), going out with guys who were clearly no good for me and not to mention controversial, answering back and wearing just enough clothes to hide nipples and the ‘flower’ (the older I get the more prudish I seem to become – another trait of my Mother) yet still, my lovely Mum made the effort to teach me life lessons (after ‘effing and blinding at me) and showed me unconditional love.

What I realised after she passed away was that there is never enough time. Never enough time to say how thankful I was, how much I loved her and how much she really made me laugh. I was just establishing a really good relationship with her and then.. poof…

So I’m quite proud now to have picked up her habits and demeanour. In particular my obsession with keeping things neat and tidy- I’ve became good friends with Domestos and marigolds and can happily watch hours of UK Comedy Gold whilst even relating to the trials and tribulations Miranda goes though. I’ve also learnt the importance of always taking a coat and brolly out with me “just in case”. Her love has taught me how to love and to cherish every single second. My Mum, what a legend.