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Turning into my mother

Happy (belated) Mother’s Day to everyone who is, or has ever been, or has ever acted as, a mum. On the scale of emotions surrounding ‘turning into my mother’, I have worked through denial and am now in a tentative acceptance. She’s great. I hope I have her tenacity when I’m fifty (and her skin).

 

To mark the occasion, here’s a list of ways in which I am like my mother:

Making a house a home

Almost two years ago, my parents sold my childhood home and moved to the North. They had a few reasons for doing so: a need for a home cheaper to run than our draughty hundred year-old terrace, improving accessibility for my dad after his spinal surgery and, though they denied it for some time, being closer to their only daughter.