CityMommy

I'm not sure about "ghosts" from my childhood, but I have noticed the older I get I am BECOMING my mom :P It's funny (i.e. ironic funny not haha funny) how often our programing from childhood kicks in and overrides our idea of what kind of mom/wife/woman we want to be!

Yes! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!indeed!!! I keep apologizing to my husband that he has ended up married to my mother...but then again, if he is changing into his dad, I'm not sure which one of us got the shorter end of the deal :P

Hmmm...well, my mom died when I was 4, but I certainly had no problems letting my kids cry it out!

I do catch a lot of flack because I still baby my kids. I pick out their clothes in the morning, I pour their cereal and milk for them still...and they are 9 and 12, PERFECTLY capable of handling those tasks themselves. I guess I just feel like I didn't have a mom to do that kind of stuff for me growing up, and they do. I definitely try to be the mom I never had. (Hopefully this won't bite me in the butt causing me to follow the youngest one to college to pour his cereal for him.)

Kim
Me TOO! My kids are 12, 15, and 18 and I love it when they ask me to fix this or that. (cereal included). It seems like only yesterday that my oldest was just over 5 pounds and less than 20 inches long and all purple. Now she is in college, building a career and won’t be living with us much longer. She has grown to a strong, independent young woman who definitely knows where she is going in life, yet still loves it when her mom and dad still do these things for her. Do I see me, and my mom in her? Yep! All the good, bad and indifferent! She loves it and hates it. Me too, especially when she sounds too much like me and I sound too much like my Mom!

Ladies, I loved all of your comments. Gave me a good chuckle!

Lately, my younger 2 are looking and sounding like my husband and their half brother and sister. Sound alike, look alike and laugh alike. Definitely a DNA thing. So, sometimes I would let my kids cry it out. Sometimes I would pick them up and baby them. So hopefully, I picked-up on the right times. Guess, they will tell me all about it later!

It has always been so interesting to watch the kids as they grow through the different ages and phases. All the different mixtures of traits and actions that you never realized were part of their DNA until all of a sudden they sound just like or act like someone in the family whom they never met because they passed away years before they were born! It never ceases to amaze me. I am glad though that my kids love me doing those kind of things for them. Especially when they bat their eyes at me, say please and I love you momma – really, who could resist?

But, Kim, when you are pouring that milk for your youngest at college I promise that I will wave at you as soon as I am finished fixing my youngest’s cereal too!