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I needed a new rain coat. I saw a really cute one in the paper at Macys, but I didn’t feel like driving to the mall and I didn’t want to spend that much. So, I opted for a department store instead. Without too much trouble I found one…basic black, good price. Proud of my purchase, I went home and showed my husband. As I turned around to put it in the closet, he said, “Looks like something your mom would wear”. SCREECH. I stopped in my tracks. What?! Don’t get me wrong. I think my mom looks great and wears nice clothes, but I don’t necessary want to be accused of sharing a wardrobe with her.

At that moment, however, it dawned on me. It’s been happening gradually, especially since my son was born in 2004, but I’ve slowly been becoming my mother. Here’s how I know.

• I wear yellow rubber gloves when I wash dishes or clean the bathrooms.
• I pick up loose change I find in the street and put in my kid’s piggy banks.
• My hands are always cold in the winter.
• I use coupons and love buying things on sale.
• I enjoy looking through cookbooks and trying new recipes.
• I’m becoming quite the unintentional punster. My mom is a master – unintentionally of course.
• Before I throw a box or glass jar away, I think, “What can I use this for?”
• I get several uses out of one piece of aluminum foil.
• I have an out-of-control supply of plastic bags.
• I can’t stay awake during movies.

My mom is a wonderful woman. I’m the youngest of five kids and at one point, she had a 3, 2 and one year old.  Now that I have two kids, I understand the sacrifices she made to make sure we were fed, bathed, clothed, entertained and especially loved.

She also demonstrated thoughtfulness, kindness and patience so in that sense, I’m proud to be compared to my mom. We do, however, have some big divides. My house will never be as clean as hers, she will never spend as much money as I do on my hair and my dinner hour changes every day. She will probably eat dinner at 6:00PM for the rest of her life.  

Oh, and about the raincoat? The next time I saw my mom I decided to check out her raincoat and ahem…it was the same brand, same style, just a different color.