Like Mother like Daughter

Growing up, I became quite familiar - if not annoyed, and sometimes angry - with the phrase, "you look just like your mom." Sometimes "look" would be replaced with "talk," "walk," "act," "sound," etc. Ugh. Do I look like a lady in her 50s?! Don't answer that...

Anyways.

Let's flashback to May 2009. During the senior all-night graduation party, a friend turned to my mom (a chaperone) and told her, "wow! I thought you were Sam!" I think my mom was in heaven the rest of the week with that complement - and of course I've never heard the end of that story. 

But all of this is just the backstory, see, with each year I'm realizing how awesome my mom is and I don't mind one bit being told that I'm like her. Now I view it as a complement, and even I must admit, there are a few habits/idiosyncrasies that I've picked up that are exactly like my mom.

However, I did not expect certain events in my mom's life to be repeated in my own. In November 2014, I'm walking to pick up one of the kids I nanny from school. It was a bright, clear, sunny day in West Seattle and I'm looking forward to my time with the kids. I take my usual route under a large tree and I feel a wet 'splat' hit my head. Instantly annoyed with the huge water droplet soaking my just-washed-and-almost-dried hair, I threw my hand up to wipe the water away... and something thick and moist stuck to my hand. I looked at my hand in horror, barely contemplating what I was seeing. What was this brown, slightly chunky stuff on my hand?! 

Ew-ew-ew-ew-EWWWW! 

Bird poop! 

A. bird. pooped. on. MY. head. 

I could barely contain my disgust at this revolting discovery. Once my mind acknowledged the incident, my thoughts immediately turned to my mother. My mother is the only person I know who has also been pooped on by a bird, and on her head no less! Like any rational person who has been told a thousand times over that she is a mini version of her mother, I instantly blamed my mom for this unfortunate event. Not only did I talk, walk and look like her, apparently I was also gifted certain life experiences... like being pooped on by a bird.

Thankfully, my mom has only been pooped on once, so I think I’m good. 

However, now I have to worry about stabbing myself in the eye with a fork while eating yogurt… but I think I can avoid that one by using a spoon. :) 

And if I'm lucky enough to inherit the rest of my mom’s experiences, then I should continue to grow into a Godly, hardworking, loving, forgiving, fun and patient woman who may someday be blessed with a daughter.

I love you mom! Happy Birthday!!! <3