Like Mother, like Daughter

I believe there is nothing like the relationship between a mother and daughter. This special relationship is often one of love and hate, and can’t be compared to anything else. Being a Momma myself now, I vividly remember the day a few days after my own daughter’s birth when I called my mom and apologized for all the bad things I have done in my life.

I consider my mother as my best friend. She is also my business advisor, fashion consultant, psychiatrist, financial advisor, proofreader, and most loyal fan. No matter how CRAZY I get, my mother is always proud of my accomplishments.

When I was in puberty, I was my mother’s worst nightmare come true, though she would never admit it. I came home late, drove a motorcycle, and swore. I picked up new slang and thought it was cool, and when it slipped out accidentally in front of my mother, she was aghast at my language. At the same time she found me opportunities to work and be a trainee, most of them I visited twice and never again. Did she give up on me? NO! When my mother landed a kushy job downtown for a stockbroker, guess who she hired as her assistant? ME! I wrote checks, ran errands, posted mail and called my “boyfriend” in New York J…

In all those terrible years where my mother surely thought I was not paying attention, I was. I inherited her finesse to make something out of nothing.

Now it is my turn. MY daughter, who is only turning four, is showing the signs of being me…she is the miniature me. Though we do not always look alike, she has my traits. And she strains my nerves. Since we have always taught to “ask” and investigate, I am doing a lot of explaining lately, from “why do some bugs have wings” to ‘when we buy more, I have to work more”. Aaah, but she also pays the vendors at the market, making sure she gets a quarter back instead of a nickel. And she hands out my business cards and catalogs wherever she gets a chance…I clearly see her growth and independence as a trial on my part, but also as a miracle.

Though my daughter is definitely “daddy’s baby”, she still bonds with me in a different way. We have arguments, power struggles, and make up cuddles. We still tell each other our feelings at night, straightening out any wrinkles of the day. She also tells her daddy “you don’t discipline me, momma does”, in a very matter of fact way.

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