I’ve just got back from a brief stay in London with my mother and my sister.
It was my sister’s 30th, so Mum and I jumped across the pond(s) for a week. Yes, one week. It was a short trip by all accounts, yet long enough to make a startling realisation:
I am turning into my mother.
More specifically, both my sister and I are turning into our mother.
Over the course of the eight days I was struggling with jetlag, exhaustion, lack of personal space and a London-winter-induced-chest-infection. Then the realisation dawned on me that the three of us share more than just big teeth and matching blood types.
Apart from wildly varying opinions swirling around in our grey matter, we were like three, walking, talking, clones of each other. I mean, we even all chew gum the same way.
“And how many blondes did that take to figure out?” I’m sure you’re thinking.
We’re related. I get it. It should be obvious how similar we all are, yeah?
But here’s the clincher: we’ve lived at opposite ends of the globe for the past decade, if not more.
And yet, my sister and I have managed to turn out not only carbon copies of each other, but also of our mother.
After more than ten years of living apart, my sister and I couldn’t live in more polar situations.
She’s in London, I’m in Sydney. She’s in corporate, I’m in creative. The last time we all lived together we couldn’t have been MORE different, and yet the time apart has only served to make us more similar.
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But why can't I be more like my Dad?
He contributed half my DNA and looked after me half the time. More to the point I liked him a lot more than my Mum. So why does everyone spend time with me and say: "Gee, you're like your mum!"
Im afraid I couldnt end up like my mother, I cant drink that much booze!