You sound exactly like her when you tell everyone that Cheerios are it and Do Not ask for anything else.
"Yes, you have to match up all the socks" rolls right off your tongue without a thought.
You find yourself tracing words over and over on scribbled lists and notes while on the phone.
You look at your hands...enough said.
However, your husband, your children -- they don't know that that's not really you. That's your mother. You know, the one you're so different from? She made stacks, you purged (but now you might need a stack or two from time to time...and don't touch it!). She forgot things, you remembered (except now, when you forget). She thought of her family first, you thought of yourself first (is that changing yet?!? Please change me Lord...).
Now though, to them, to your family, it is you. Because you are now The Mom. So thank the very good Lord that since we all become our mother sooner or later, I have a mother who gave me a full tank of love to pass on to my family and beyond each day. Because now, in many ways, I find myself becoming my mother:
I am so glad to see and be with my children and husband every day.
I laugh; at myself, at big things, but especially at the little things.
I am an optimist.
I do what needs to be done, even when I'm tired.
I am rejuvenated by and rely on music in so many ways. Passing that on to my children is so important to me.
I pat people.
I love Jesus Christ with all my heart. I will never give up on seeking Him.
I'm so thankful I'm becoming my mother. I love you, Mom. Happy Birthday.