If I thought about my biggest fears in life, they’ve definitely changed throughout the years. When I was five, I would have probably said the dark. When I was fifteen, I would have probably said becoming my mom.
The relationship between a Latina mom and her daughter is special, and, yet, oh so complex. On the one hand, my mom has always been my ride or die — always there to provide her honest opinion, and bail me out of any situation, no matter how ridiculous. On the other hand, my mom has always known just the right way to irritate me the way no one else can. Though for many years I attributed this to us having nothing in common, the situation is, in fact, quite the opposite.
It’s taken me 31 years to come to terms with the fact that I am, in many ways, exactly like my mom. So while I may be currently living my 15-year-old self’s biggest nightmare, I wouldn’t have it any other way. So in honor of Mother's Day (I heart you mom!), here are eight times I’ve realized that I am my mother’s daughter.
Less time for BS
My mom has never had a problem speaking her mind. In fact, it was one of things that used to embarrass me most about her when I was kid. When you grow up with a woman who isn't afraid to tell a bartender that his drink-making needs practice, you tend to avoid conflict as much as possible. (Nobody wants to look like una loca). These days, however, I find myself speaking up much more often. I have to admit, it's been quite refreshing.
More time to worry
Whether I'm on my way home from Europe or the supermarket, my mom always has the same request: "Llámame cuando llegues." I now find myself making the same request of my friends after happy hours.
Major pride in my house
As much as she denies it, I'm pretty sure one of my mom's biggest hobbies in life is cleaning. It seems like every time we talk she just cleaned or is about to clean some part of her house. While this use to baffle me when I lived at home, I now find myself taking massive pride in keeping my humble little home looking nice. I won't lie, when someone comes over and compliments my home, it feels a little bit like Christmas.
Asking for what I need
While she managed very well on her own, my mom has never been shy to ask for something when she needed it -- even if that something was a hug or a phone call on Sundays. I've also learned that if something is lacking in my life, like perhaps some me time, I'm not afraid to say it.
I like hugs these days, a lot more than I ever used to.
That work hustle
Thanks to my mom, I've never been afraid of hard work.
A little bit of thoughtfulness
Birthdays, anniversaries, milestones, I remember more now, and try to think of ways to show the people I love that I care.
Cooking . . . like a boss
My recipe repertoire is small. But what I know, I do well, thanks to my mama.