My Mother in the Mirror Looking Back at Me
How many of us see our parents in ourselves? While we are young it is probably the last thing we want. But when it happens it just seems right and not too displeasing is it? Of course we none want to age but not getting around that, who better to resemble than the ones we love so much?
This is about that and a poem at the end I hope you will enjoy!
My Mother in the Mirror
One day we speak and hear our mother's words. When did this happen? When did we start to become them? We look in a mirror and catch a glimpse of our mother stare back at us. Hasn't it happened to us all, well, the daughters, anyway. (Perhaps men have the same experience of their fathers.)
Of course genetics answer for why we begin to look like our mothers and more so as we age. Naturally too, that we speak as our mother in many cases as she was our role model.
Maybe this displeases some daughters but to me I do not mind at all. I am still often shocked that it seemed to happen before I realized it. But I find it a pleasant surprise and I will sometimes stop and inspect the changes, wondering just how far they will go.
Do Men Marry Their Mothers?
A little tidbit for the men.
Researchers in Finland, recruiting 70 men and women, compared the face of each person’s spouse to the participant’s opposite-sex parent. The results according to Urszula Marcinkowska, Ph.D., an evolutionary psychologist at the University of Turku: Although women’s husbands looked nothing like their fathers, the men pretty much ended up with women who “significantly” resembled their mothers.
There are very healthy reason here, so it is nothing to worry about at all. After all, the mother is the first love of every little boy. Yet the same survey show this is not true of females. They do not marry men who look like their fathers.
Look Like Your Mother
Do you see your mother in the mirror?
Many times after my mother passed away
I thought I saw her here and there
of course it was never really her
Just a resemblance, when I saw clear
Knowing well I would not see her again
I could not stop looking more to see
Anyone allowing me to have a glimpse
Of a mother who meant so much to me
Even knowing no one could take her place
Spotting a resemblance so lifted my heart
I guess I was just not ready to say goodbye
I was not ready for us to be forever apart
Finally I began to see her less and less
I even stopped looking any at all for her
My futile search was over to see her face
I knew it was just never going to occur
Many years came and went after that
Accepting my mother to never again see
Then in my mirror I caught a glimpse
Ah, my mother was looking back at me
At first it was only slightly her that I saw
I had to take a second and then a third look
This was her at a somewhat younger age
But, yes, I saw her and I was really shook
My hair was slowly turning her color
Our faces now alike so very much
Shocking, looking everyday in my mirror
To see me becoming her, another touch
Now in full acceptance of my aging
I am not displeased to see my mother there
It is not the pleasure as to have her with me
Yet knowing she is there within me somewhere
I share so many things I loved about her
So I am very pleased to see her in my face
Everyday when looking into my own mirror
A reassuring memory that can never erase
© 2017 Jackie Lynnley