Turns out, the apple doesn’t just fall close… it rolls right back to the tree.
As a teenager, I used to roll my eyes at everything my mother did. Her dramatic pauses, her obsession with neatly folded towels, the way she worried about things weeks in advance. I’d think, “I’ll never be like that.”
Fast forward to now: I’m color-coding my kitchen shelves, sending reminders to people who didn’t ask, and saying things like “Because I said so.”
Yep — I’ve become her. And honestly? It’s not a bad thing.
Here are some of the classic “mom traits” I once vowed to avoid… and now wear like a badge of honor.
1. The Cleaning Obsession
Back then: “Why are we cleaning the house like the Prime Minister is visiting?”
Now: I panic-clean before anyone drops by. I have “guest towels.” I light candles for vibe. I get it now, Maa.
2. The Early Wake-Up Energy
Back then: “Why is she up at 6 AM when we’re on vacation?”
Now: I’m up at sunrise on Sundays, making tea, enjoying the quiet, and judging people who sleep till noon.
3. The Constant Checking-In
Back then: “Ugh, stop calling me 5 times a day!”
Now: I panic when someone doesn’t reply in 10 minutes. I send “reached?” texts like it’s my full-time job.
4. The “Have You Eaten?” Instinct
Back then: “I just ate, stop asking!”
Now: I offer food to everyone. Constantly. Even strangers. Hungry or not, “thoda kha lo.”
5. The Signature Sigh + Stare Combo
Back then: That sigh was terrifying.
Now: I do it. It’s effective. And honestly? A power move.
6. The Emotional Blackmail Moves
Back then: “Fine, don’t come, I’ll go alone in the rain…”
Now: I catch myself using the same line. And it works. Every. Single. Time.
7. The Memory for the Pettiest Details
Back then: “You forgot my 3rd-grade poetry competition?”
Now: I remember who said what at which dinner in 2012. Just like her. Receipts? Always ready.
8. The Fierce, Borderline Irrational Love
Back then: “Why does she love me even when I mess up?”
Now: I understand. Loving someone that deeply doesn’t need logic. It just is.
Becoming your mother isn’t a sudden switch. It’s slow. It’s subtle. It’s in the way you tuck someone’s blanket, stock extra snacks, or sense when someone’s off — without them saying a word.
I may not do everything like her. But every time I catch myself channeling her energy, her quirks, her magic — I feel a little more grounded. A little more me.
Because maybe becoming your mother… is just another way of becoming your strongest, softest self.
Happy Mother’s Day to the originals we’re all slowly turning into.
