Day 12: I’m turning into my mom

I ran across an old photo of myself in a bikini today.  The term ‘old’ in this case is 8 years, so I was in my early 30’s.

I have to say I did know at the time I looked pretty good, but I didn’t realize how good I looked until now.

I should have been strutting my stuff at resort pools all over town!  But of course, I was modest and didn’t realize it at the time.

There is something to be said for being happy with what you have, and I’m pretty sure I’m in the same boat right now and in 8 years when I look back at myself today I will think the same thing.  Although I doubt I’ll be allowing any photos of myself in a bikini any time soon.

I found the picture as I was looking for a photo of my mom and I to put in our mother’s day show.  I can’t believe I don’t have one picture of the 2 of us together.

Sure there are family photos, and pictures of me with my brother and sister… even my dad… but not one with me and my mom.

She is always the one behind the camera forcing us all to get our picture taken while she cuts off our heads.

And I suppose like mother… like daughter… because when she isn’t snapping the pictures I am.  Somehow I have been designated as the official Christmas photographer.

I don’t think anyone except my mom has taken any pictures at Christmas in years!

It’s funny, as I was getting out of the car this morning I thought to myself ‘your turning into mom’.  This morning it was because I was switching shoes before I went into work.

I remember as a child growing up she would wear heels to her doctors appointments, or shopping but when she got in the car for the long drive back to my tiny little town she would switch to… I think it was slippers?

I don’t remember exactly but it was either barefoot, or some kind of ballet flat type slipper.  Funny how those little things sneak up on you, and I guess now I’m realizing it goes beyond the shoes…. to the camera too.

But the bigger lesson to learn here is I don’t have a picture of my mom and I together at least in adulthood.  So I will put that on the list of things to do in my 40’s for sure.

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