# I'm turning into my mother.

**URL:** <https://boards.straightdope.com/t/im-turning-into-my-mother/127367>\
**Category:** Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share\
**Created:** [September 6, 2002, 11:59pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/im-turning-into-my-mother/127367 "2002-09-06T23:59:23Z")\
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**Author:** ![MsWhatsit](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/m/eb8c5e/32.png) [@MsWhatsit](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/MsWhatsit)\
**Post date:** [September 6, 2002, 11:59pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/im-turning-into-my-mother/127367/1 "2002-09-06T23:59:23Z")

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Earlier today I noticed a little bit of schmutz on Whatsit Jr.'s face, so I…

Oh God, the shame.

…I licked my thumb and used my spit to clean off his face.

I mean, what next? Am I going to start automatically peeling the crusts off peanut butter sandwiches? Doing that totally ineffectual “throw my arm in front of the passenger seat when coming to a sudden stop” thing, EVEN THOUGH the carseat is in the back seat? Telling him that I’m the Mom, therefore I know everything?? WHERE DOES IT END?

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**Author:** ![LurkMeister](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/l/3da27b/32.png) [@LurkMeister](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/LurkMeister)\
**Post date:** [September 7, 2002, 12:02am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/im-turning-into-my-mother/127367/2 "2002-09-07T00:02:02Z")

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When he turns 50.

If you’re lucky. 😃

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**Author:** ![twickster](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/t/ec9cab/32.png) [@twickster](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/twickster)\
**Post date:** [September 7, 2002, 12:02am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/im-turning-into-my-mother/127367/3 "2002-09-07T00:02:34Z")

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it doesn’t.

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**Author:** ![Scotticher](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/s/e9c0ed/32.png) [@Scotticher](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Scotticher)\
**Post date:** [September 7, 2002, 12:14am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/im-turning-into-my-mother/127367/4 "2002-09-07T00:14:02Z")

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I don’t even HAVE children [sub]except for Kobii, and she is a cat so some people wouldn’t consider that the same thing at ALL…not that I am one of them[/sub] and I throw my arm over the passenger seat if I stop suddenly.

I also find myself saying things my mom would have said and mothering anyone unfortunate enough to enter my sphere of “influence”. I had to face it some years ago…I AM becoming my mom! Not that that is such a bad thing, as she was universally loved and adored. Actually, I should be LUCKY enough to become my mom, now that I think about it.

Still…it feels wierd.

Now hon, you have the tiniest smooj on your face, let me just remove it for you. 😃

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**Author:** ![Skeezix](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/s/839c29/32.png) [@Skeezix](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Skeezix)\
**Post date:** [September 7, 2002, 6:08am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/im-turning-into-my-mother/127367/5 "2002-09-07T06:08:32Z")

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The first time I heard myself say, “You look with your eyes, not your hands,” to my daughter, I felt myself age about 10 years.

“No, you’re not done, now please finish your dinner,” is a bad moment, too.

So far, I’ve avoided the finger-lickin’-face-wipin’ bit, but I’ve caught Mrs. Skeezix doing it a couple times. 🙂

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**Author:** ![Kipper](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/k/b9e5f3/32.png) [@Kipper](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Kipper)\
**Post date:** [September 7, 2002, 6:52am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/im-turning-into-my-mother/127367/6 "2002-09-07T06:52:20Z")

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Yup.

I remember giving some some the pull up your socks, we know you can do better talk to someone at work and then afterwards realised that I did it just like my Dad would have.

As my Dad died two years ago it felt kind of weird at first but then I thought that a bit of my Dad was still around. 🙂
