Mom? Is that you?

I am becoming my Mother.

Not saying it is a bad thing....but, I see it happening right before my eyes.

This morning, I got dressed...I looked in the mirror and wondered why was my Mother was looking back at me in the mirror.

My Mother is a really pretty woman. She always has been. Won most beautiful in her high school...and I can remember being mad when my high school boy friends (note not boyfriends) would say how "hot" my Mom was. Made me mad in fact.

That is not the part I am referring to. I am speaking of actions, thoughts, movements, and clothing choices.

Back in the day....I can remember asking my Mom why she didn't just go buy clothes. Not from Marshalls, or Ross, or TJ Maxx. She had the ability to shop wherever.....but, she bought Guess blue jean jackets for me instead.

So, here I sit in 10 year old pants, a 4 year old shirt, and a 5 year old denim jacket.

I would rather buy my kid the cutest outfit from Janie and Jack than buy something for me at Banana Republic. Really.

So, as I tied on my scarf and slipped my arms into my "always in style" denim jacket this morning, I think I truly understand where my Mom was coming from all those years.

Guess you just care more about your kid than you do yourself.

Don't get me wrong...I am still up for shopping....still up for caring what I look like....still up for being a little bit in style....but, I will just dig through my old stuff....wear those few things that will always be ok to wear and keep my girl looking cute.

I called Shorty to laugh with him on the phone about how old my pants were. He said "well, at least you can still wear pants you wore that long ago."

He has a point. They are presentable as long as no one can see the waist line. For 2 specific reasons.....the location on my body where the pants sit (no longer hip) and what my stomach looks like when they are buttoned.

So, here's to you Mom....I will forever be in white shirts, jean jackets, and sensible clothing.

Sweet.

All I want for Christmas is some clothes.... Because I feel guilty for buying for myself.

Yep...I am crazy....and I am a Mom.

Love you Minnie :)