Mom

I love my mother dearly. She is one of the sweetest, kindest, most gentle people I know. She should be eligible for saint hood with all that she has endured from my dad, myself and don't forget my brothers. Other than my children there is no one on the planet to which I am closer. I've always admired her patience and just general good nature, but lately I've noticed that I'm turning into her; minus the super patient, incredibly sweet part. When I look in the mirror I see her more and more. I look down at my hands and there she is again. When we are together we can finish each other's thoughts and will even have the same funny comment for any given situation. I'm okay with being a lot like my mother, just so it stops there. I don't want to wake-up one day and suddenly notice that I'm taking on my grandmother's traits. So, if you get a call from me one day and I tell you that I heard an ambulance and it sounded like it went in your direction and I just wanted to check and make sure you were okay; then you know that I've turned into Frances.