Thursday draws a blank

I have nothing to write about, or so I think today. I have decided, therefore, to dig out my "Writing Out Loud" notebook and share tidbits on days like today. This spring I was part of a very small group who got together every week and wrote on various topics brought to us by our facilitator. Some were greatly interesting to me. Some were struggles. All were valuable in getting pen to paper and thoughts flowing. Each topic was alloted a mere 5 minutes and we wrote like mad, shared, laughed and complimented. It was fantastic. Here is my entry from June 23rd. The topic: The person I am most like

I got photos back from Christmas last year and I had to look twice. Really hard. "Is that me??"

No. It was my mom. Granted, the photo was taken from a distance, but it was a tough call. Even the kids did a double take.

Aside from our facial features, we are physically less alike than she and my sister. Emotionally, however, we are as close to carbon copies as you can get. We both cry when angry or find ourselves having to confront someone. We both resort to the same self-depricating humour when in an awkward position. Our kids mean the world to us and our spouses drive us crazy in very similar ways. We'd both dearly love to do something meaningful during our time on this planet. We have had, or in my case, would love to have careers in the medical field. The list could go on and on and on...

I used to look at her and marvel at how she is getting more set in her ways and (sorry, Mom) stubborn as she ages. "This surely won't be me in 20 years," I thought. I honestly believed at one point that if she complained once more about having to show her Costco card at the door on the way in that I was going to lose it. And then, as I grumble about the library not taking "just my number** without my card" for what must be the billionth time, Jordan says, "Mom - they'll never take just your number. Try to remember your card next time." The apple is still not far from the tree I see...

**Mom and I both have an odd knack for remembering numbers...driver's licence, credit cards, library cards...

This assignment could just as easily have been about a person I admire. I'd still pick you, Mom.

xoxo