In the few days that we spent together I realized that as much as I say that my mom and I are nothing alike I'm only lying to myself. I have always seen my mom as a very charismatic, intelligent, classy, elegant, and for lack of another word a true definition of a lady. I mean I'm not the only one that believes it since that's all I've ever been told by others. Whenever I go visit my mom's hometown in Mexico everyone attest to her fashionista ways, her grace, and her beauty. I on the other hand have always lacked a sense of style, I'm heavier set (than she was at my age), I hardly wear makeup, I'm blunt (depending on the situation), I speak my mind, etc. etc. How on earth can someone like me be related to someone like my mom? I mean how far does the apple really fall from the tree? Well at least that's what I thought until I began to look deeper.
What I lack in my mom's fashionista ways I make up in other things I've "inherited" from her. I am giving, caring, loving, unselfish, appreciative, kind, resourceful, creativity, patient, and have a passion for helping others. These are all traits that I believe I either learned from her or "inherited" from her.
Since I'm trying to "keep it real" here I'll also tell you about things that I'm not so proud of getting from her. Spending time with my mom has made me realize that a lot of my bad eating habits come from the way she eats. Although she spent most of my childhood telling me to watch what I ate because it was going to affect my weight, she did not followed what she preached. Another thing is the amount of excuses she makes for not exercising which up until recently I had done the same. Now that I have learned that my eating happens to not have to mirror my parents I can begin to change them. It was invigorating realizing that I might have learned these bad patterns from my mom but it was up to my to do something about it. I may not be as fashionable as my mom would like me to be but I am truly grateful to her for all the other traits that I have learned from her and who knows maybe one day I'll exchange my chucks for some stilettos.
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