that’s my mom. and that’s me.
she’s clutching a chicken. and i’m clutching a bear.
in korean, there’s a saying of sorts — daughters really do become their mothers. even ones who were nothing like their mothers as children.
friends i’ve known since high school, college, and beyond … over these past many years, i’ve witnessed them too being swept into this inevitable trajectory. their facial expressions, the shoes they choose, the jewelry, the hair. and ultimately, their life choices. i’ve found myself too often surprised by the similarities — to see their mothers reflected in them so clearly.
i would be so lucky to resemble my mother.