I’ve turned into my mother in many, many ways. No question.
My mother is a very lovely woman, so I’ve not complaints on that score.
If she was a rotten old ratbag and I’d turned into her, it would be more concerning. 
Nope.
I kicked my mom out of my head years ago.
God, I sincerely hope not. I have SERIOUSLY told my friends to shoot me if I do.
She was the most humorless, bitter woman I have ever met. I do not ever remember her really laughing, unless it was at someone else’s expense. Usually mine.
Even when I was a kid, it I told her I loved her, she had 2 pat responses:
1.) No you don’t
or
2.) Well, I hate you!
So, no, I really, really, really hope I’m not turning into her.
I’m not like my mom except in that we both strongly believe in personal responsibility and neither of us should have had children.
My mom is a terrific person*, but we are very different from each other.
*You don’t have to be a great mom to be a great person.
My mom and I are similar in some ways and very different in others. We have similar ways of thinking about money, personal responsibility, and the like. We have very different opinions on politics, religion, and other such things. I like to think I took the best of her ideas and opinions and improved on the rest but I have a feeling she would disagree. 
I love her to death and she has been and always will be a wonderful mother but we are very different people in many, many ways.
First, my mother is a wonderful person. Loves kids, visits our invalid relatives in their nursing homes, has patience. She does occasionally have a total meltdown and fly off the handle occasionally. Sadly, I am more like in in the latter respect than the former.
I will never forget the argument with my husband where he said, “For heaven’s sake, you sound just like your mom” :eek:
In some ways yes, in some ways no.
I don’t look like her at all. She isn’t real happy that her only child looks exactly like Dad.
Similarities? We are both ‘get it done! now!’ people, extremely practical and matter of fact in many ways, and I have some of her mannerisms. More than once I have caught myself repeating her words.
Differences? When I was little, we cleaned the house every week and her house is always very tidy. In decorating she puts Martha Stewart to shame. A christmas tree in every room, including the bathroom! Bunting! Stockings! Ornaments! Nutcrackers! Old christmas cards! Wreaths! Candy cane decorative towels! Christmas tree shaped soaps! Paper mache carollers. Lennox china manger figurines. Singing, dancing Santa centerpiece. I couldn’t keep a house tidy if my life depended on it. Decoration? Forget it.
She hates coffee. I’d be very unhappy without it.
Also, I am a very good cook, earned my living that way for a while. BF and I have been eating off a shrimp and sausage jambalaya most of this week. For her, ‘fancy cooking’ is diet coke with ice.
I used to be terrified that I’d ever be anything like my mother, and at that point, we unfortunately shared quite a few similarities that I’d have rather ignored. Now though, even though I still think she’s crazy six ways to Sunday, I don’t mind so much and the instances are rarer.
That said, we’re both strongly opinionated. She just words her’s as absolutes. We’re both incredibly obsessive. I own mine, she’s delusional that she has that problem. As of recently, we both like to cook, which is a new and suprising thing for me. We both love pets of all kinds, being overtly affectionate, and the premise of “never growing up.” Other than those things though (that I can think of right off the top of my head, I’d have to ask the Other Half if there was more), there’s no other fundamental items that we share… not politics or religion (where I’m a diehard liberal and she’s a staunch right winger), hobbies, feelings or attitudes, or hell, basically anything else either.
But sometimes, I hear myself sounding like her. For example, it’s disconcerting to know that our coughs are the same. :o I doubt she’s ever realized that.
I’m afraid if I ever turned into my mother, my husband would leave me and my friends would stop talking to me. The sad thing is, if my husband ever did say, “You are exactly like your mother. I heard her voice coming out of your mouth, and I’m out of here” I would nod and say “Yeah, okay, fair enough.” When my dad left her, I couldn’t blame him. Nobody could blame him. The real question was, why did he stay for so long? I can’t stand to be anywhere near her for more than a few hours–nobody can. Which is unfortunate, because obviously, she’s lonely. She also, I’m quite convinced, has Narcissistic Personality Disorder.
Unfortunately, I see my mother in little things I do all the time. Sometimes when I fly off the handle for no reason at all, I realize that I responded the way she would. Sometimes I utter a sentence that I know she could have said. I have a hard time in work environments–she’s never held a job for longer than 2 years in her entire life. Not because she is incompetent–she most assuredly is not. She’s one of the most competent people I know, but because she absolutely cannot work with people. I hoping that since I’m aware of it, I can curb these tendencies before it’s too late.
I will never turn into my mother. I am, however, turning into my paternal grandfather and this enrages my mother, who hates my father’s side of the family with the fury of 10,000 white hot fireball suns.