I have just had to sit down because I’ve had a bit of a shock.   I looked into the mirror and saw someone looking remarkably like my mother staring back at me.


I swear I heard her say “Look at the state of your hair!”, which is even more worrying really, given that she died over a year ago.

It was inevitable I suppose, that I should undergo this maternal morphosis at some point, given that my body is crammed with 50% of her genes.  The fact that we were, characteristically, polar opposites, in every other which way, is neither here or there.

Twenty years ago I went to a school reunion and was fashionably late.  As I walked into the restaurant, I nearly walked out again.  I thought I had squeezed myself into a time warp.  Twenty-odd heads turned to greet me, all looking remarkably like the women who used to drop my friends off at school. I just felt it hadn’t happened to me… but I was wrong.

I suppose it is only fitting that the women who created us should leave us with a visual reminder of where we came from.

Ah well,  c’est la vie … I better go and do something with my hair.

Written by Tessa Barrie

Writer and blogger from Jersey in the Channel Islands UK who believes life is too short to be niche. 🙃 Currently working on her first novel.

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