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My Mother in the Mirror

Jackie Lynnley shares emotional times in her life in hopes of touching someone with like thoughts or feelings, feelings from the heart.

How many of us see our parents in ourselves?

While we are young it is probably the last thing we want. We think we will never grow old or look anything like them. Yet, when it happens it just seems right and not too displeasing, does it? Of course we none want to age but not getting around that, who better to resemble than the ones we love so much?

So much they warn us about, has happened. We now even sound like them and even if we are somewhat shocked, we have to smile to ourselves!

This is about that and a poem at the end I hope you will enjoy!

My Mirror Image


My Mother in the Mirror - Looking Back at Me

One day we women speak and hear our mother's words. It stops us dead in our tracks and we are more than a little shocked. 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. In fact, my youngest brother is the image of our dad!)

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 though that it seemed to have happened 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. Will I one day see the aged lady my mother became before she passed?

I would not be at all surprised. I will not mind that at all.

I love you, Mom. more than I could ever put in words. I am so pleased I always let you see that love and never rebelled.

If We Could Put Time in a Bottle?


Do Men Marry Their Mothers?

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 reasons 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 shows this is not true of females. They do not marry men who look like their fathers.

Well, this is what they say...whoever they are!

Look Like Your Mother

In a Looking Glass


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


Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on May 04, 2018:

I started bleaching my hair when I was 15, Peggy and I tried for platinum blond I don't know how many times. Even let the professionals try it once and ended up getting it all cut off (which was nearly to my waist!) and then it was just cotton white!

I never in a millions years would have guessed I would one day have platinum hair the natural way and I just love it!

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on May 04, 2018:

Lovely poem Jackie!

I find some comfort in the fact of seeing a bit of my mother in the mirror. She was well loved and widely admired by all who knew her. She aged naturally and without pretense. I am trying to follow in her footsteps as I am letting my hair go gray among other things. I had a grandmother who had completely white hair at age 35 and I thought that she was beautiful.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on February 16, 2018:

Mark, thank you so much!

Mark Tulin from Ventura, California on February 16, 2018:

Nice work on the mirror image. Thanks.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on November 12, 2017:

Indeed Dora, I totally agree! Thank you!

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on November 12, 2017:

Jackie, this phenomenon of seeing our mothers in the mirror really deserves an expression in poetry and you have done a good job. I can relate to seeing my mother in me: in my speech and actions. What an awesome job they did on us and for us!

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on November 12, 2017:

MizB- Ah, I too wish I could resemble my younger mother who also had Native American roots, grey eyes and raven hair. I will live with what I got too and like you learn to live with it and be pleased to have a live glimpse of her daily, albeit the older version.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on November 12, 2017:

So interesting Nikki, I find I do too!

Peg Cole from North Dallas, Texas on November 12, 2017:

How very true that we begin to look like our mothers and even sound like them. When my mother went into the nursing home, so many people would look at her, then look at me and see the strong resemblance. Your poem was well inspired and deeply touching.

William Kovacic from Pleasant Gap, PA on November 12, 2017:

Some interesting thoughts, Jackie. I know it happens, but I really never thought too much about it. They say I look like my father, and my grandson looks like me. I guess it's genes at work. You say, "Yet the same survey show this is not true of females. They do not marry men who look like their fathers." I was wondering if there is a reason for that. Another job well done!

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on November 11, 2017:

Susan, thank you! That is the wonderful thing about these hub comments, we can see how very alike we are in things we seldom discuss! How can we not most of us be like the woman we loved most in this world?

Doris James MizBejabbers from Beautiful South on November 11, 2017:

I loved your poem, Jackie. I was shocked one day when my former sister in law told my brother that I looked more like mother every day. I took a look, and sure enough, she was right.

What shocked me was that my mother at a young age was a very pretty blond, while I resembled my father's brunette Native American heritage. My mother's blond hair never turned gray, even when she died of cancer at age 88. However, my almost black hair turned gray in my 20s, and middle age weight gain made my body resemble hers. My mom's genetics kicked in and my long face became rounder and my body shape became more like hers. Up until I hit my senior years, I always saw my dad, or his oldest sister, when I looked in the mirror. Today it is shocking to see my mother. Just wish it was her pretty young self! Guess I'll live over it.

Nikki Khan from London on November 11, 2017:

Was amazing poem,yes, I see reflection of my mother whenever I see in the mirror and more interestingly, Mostly, I do things now, the way my mother used to do which is a pleasant feeling of following my Mom's steps.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on November 11, 2017:

Eric, as I was telling Bill, I think it is very possible to pick up expressions and mannerisms from adoptive parents. I mean surely in your heart, where it counts, they were your mom and dad.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on November 11, 2017:

Hate to hear that Bill but you know, there could be mannerisms that would resemble and surely personality from parents who taught you to be the great person you are?

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on November 11, 2017:

Thanks Mary, I have never really checked out the photo angle. I will have to do that!

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on November 11, 2017:

I know Ann, I never thought I looked like my mom, so imagine my surprise!

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on November 11, 2017:

Thanks Linda, I never thought I resembled my mother either. I looked more like one of her sisters but one day, there it was! My mom looking back at me. Unsettling at first!

Linda Lum from Washington State, USA on November 11, 2017:

As I age I see my mother's face more and more. I can't say, however, that I hear her words in my voice, but I do think that I am adopting some of her attitudes. She did not like to travel; I used to enjoy getting away but I find that no longer the case. I love my home and I am happy here. Thank you for a lovely and loving tribute.

RoadMonkey on November 11, 2017:

Enjoyed that. It's one of my grandmothers I see in my mirror.

Kari Poulsen from Ohio on November 11, 2017:

This is a beautiful sentiment. I look more like my father, but I do find my mother showing up more and more in my actions and thoughts.

Susan Ream from Michigan on November 11, 2017:

Jackie, your poem was lovely. Yes, I too see my Mother looking back at me in the mirror. I treasure the image of my mother and feel blessed to see the resemblance. Wonderfully, warm writing here, friend!

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on November 11, 2017:

Very cool read. Beautiful poetry. Like Bill I am adopted. But just this last Thursday I attended a memorial service and two ladies came up to me to say I looked just like my dad. Rumors abound!

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on November 11, 2017:

I'm adopted so I've got nothing to add to this other than it was interesting. I've often wondered what my birth parents look like. How much resemblance? And I'm sure I'll go to my grave still wondering. :)

Mary Wickison from Brazil on November 11, 2017:

Although I don't see a resemblance when I look in the mirror, when a photo is taken I do.

I also find I have adopted the same stance and posture as she had.

Lovely poem.

Ann Carr from SW England on November 11, 2017:

I know exactly what you mean, Jackie! Although in features I resemble my father more, I have expressions and certain looks that are my mother to a T! I don't mind a bit either; yes, it means I'm getting older but I hope it means I'm also getting as wise as she was - probably far wiser than I will ever be!


Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on November 10, 2017:

This is a thought-provoking article, Jackie. I don't think that I resemble my mother very much. It was lovely to read about the happy memory and the connection to your mother in your poem.

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