All women become like their mothers, or so the saying goes. I can't see any evidence to suggest it's happening yet, despite some family members saying otherwise. I'll let you be the judge.
I don't know about you, but as teenagers growing up in the 60s, we desperately wanted to be different to our parents and the generations that came before us.
The 60s was a time of great change. We watched images on black and white TVs, as the first man walked on the moon. We listened to music by a long haired group called the Beatles. We heard about the horrors of the Vietnam War and breathed a sigh of relief when boyfriends escaped the birthday lottery of conscription.
And we joined in with the changing trends of fashion to be as far away from our parents as possible... short tight skirts, long hair in our eyes, bright bold colours and jeans.
At about fourteen or fifteen years of age, I fought hard to be allowed to buy my first pair of jeans and I won. Mum, got back at me by decreeing... Well, if you have to wear jeans, you can iron your own clothes. From that day on, I ironed all my clothes, and jeans became my uniform of choice. To this day, I still prefer jeans over any other form of clothing.
These photos were taken at a craft market late last year. Mr TMW took photos as Mum and I wandered around the stalls. My daughter has stated that she'll be throwing out all her blue tops and hats... LOL!!!
Personally, I can't see what my family is on about. Skinny jeans versus not so skinny pants. Long hair, still in my eyes, versus short hair. The hats are totally different.
It's not just the clothes, though. Every now and then I'll cough, move my hands in a certain way, say something, or make a gesture, and the kids will comment... You know that's just like Nana.
It's good to want to be different to your parents and to be your own person, however, there's a thing called genetics. Some traits are passed on, whether we want them or not.
Mum, at almost 96 years of age, is an avid gardener, knows her way around a computer better than many of my former work colleagues, never tires of getting down on the floor playing endless games with her great grandchildren, is fiercely independent, with a mind of her own, can thrash every single member of the family at Scrabble, is as sharp as a tack and not dependent on anyone.
Definitely a lot to aspire to.
Love you Mum!!!