Everyone looks at my daughter and me and says that there is no way that we could be related as we are nothing alike.
That might be a blessing for her but I continue to look for some evidence, other than her birth certificate, that we are in fact mother and daughter.
On face value I can see that it may not be obvious,
I am tall and she is petite
I am blonde and she's a brunette
I am on the creative side and she is logical and analytical
I am a glass half empty and she's a glass half full
She loves exotic food and I love it plain and simple.
She loves wearing patterns and I like block colours.
She loves travelling off the beaten track and I like staying on the well worn one.
She loves to cook and I love to eat, .......BUT..... I am telling you that if you look hard enough you will find the gene somewhere, even though it may be buried deep.
I was going through some photos last night after a beautiful Mother's Day and I found these.
It seems neither one of us knows how to use those giant velcro rollers.
Not only that but
And just in case she doesn't see the funny side, I really pray that she also runs just as slowly as me.....
PS As she is in the legal profession that photo may only have a short web life....
A belated Happy Mothers Day to all you Mothers, Step Mothers, Foster Mothers, Aunties who love like Mothers and Grandmothers. Yes, its our differences that make it all the more worth while, don't you think?