I hands down wouldn’t be the woman I am today without the love, support and guidance of my own mother. Not only did she teach me how to be a strong, independent woman she also taught me how to be a loving, caring, patient mother to my own boys.
I’ve been told for as long as I can remember that I look just like my mother. Now, as I am venturing deeper into the depths of parenting myself I’m learning that in many ways I am slowly becoming my mother. Fortunately for me I can’t think of one negative thing about that.
After spending a much needed week with my mom I can’t help but stop and think about all of things she did to make sure my childhood was not only happy but also magical. She has such a nurturing spirit and it makes me so incredibly happy to see her share it with my boys now just as she did for my brother, sister and I.
Top 10 Things I’ve Inherited from my Mother:
- My love for reading. Some of my earliest memories of childhood are of my mother reading stories to my little sister and I, especially before bed time. Watching my boys curled up with their Noni reading bed time stories just melts my heart.
- My love of the mountains. Ever since I was little I had a love for the outdoors but my favorite memories are of our trips to North Carolina. My mother always insisted we go in the fall, as a child this would frustrate me because I desperately wanted to see snow. Looking back as an adult I’m glad that I got to enjoy so many incredible fall hikes through the mountains as a child. There’s something about being surrounded by larger than life trees that can really center you.
- My looks. As I said before I’ve been told since as long as I can remember that I look just like my mother. But with a hot mama like this who could complain.
- My sense of humor. My mom has always had a great sense of humor and loves to laugh. Even though I didn’t appreciate the jokes with sexual innuendo towards my dad when I was in my teens. Now I look forward to the years I can make my kids just as uncomfortable at the dinner table.
- My love of the beach. Most of my fondest memories from childhood are of our weekly trips to the beach. Every Sunday we would load up the van with all our gear, pack a cooler for lunch and snacks and spend the whole day at the inlet.
- My appreciation of coffee. When I was around 3 or 4 I used to sneak sips of my mom’s cold coffee. Now, just like her I can’t start the day with out it. It’s my lifeline in this crazy chaotic world of motherhood.
- A whole lot of sayings…”We’ll see”, “Absolutely not!”, “Sure Sweetie”, “Just a minute”
- My sassiness. My mother is half Italian and not afraid to stand up for herself. Since my father is also half Italian I was born with just as much attitude as my mother, maybe even a little more. Just look at this photo below. As my little sister adoringly looks up at me alls I can think about is how annoyed I am that I have to share my milkshake, and at Disney World, the happiest place on earth.
- My love for the kitchen. As a child I always loved watching my mom in the kitchen and her allowing me to help is what really started my love for baking. I remember one Christmas I was around 7 or 8 and I got a huge bin full of baking supplies. It’s funny how over 20 years later I’d still love that same gift. My boys also love helping me in the kitchen and I hope that continues as they continue to grow.
- My confidence to be exactly the woman I am today. The most important thing my mother taught me is to always believe in myself and love myself for exactly who I am. I was never afraid to let my little light shine. I have my mother to thank for providing me with unconditional love and never ending support in everything I do in life.