Suburban Correspondent here, puzzling over why now, after 16-plus years of child-rearing, I start feeling as though I look like my mother. I mean, wouldn't I have seen the resemblance sooner, say, back in the first few years of being a mom? Why now?
For a bit, I blamed it on my teen daughter Anna. (I mean, why not? She blames everything on me.) According to my theory, it was all because Anna looked at me the way that I remember looking at my mother when I was a teenager - it was her teen Medusa glare that, instead of turning me to stone (which result would at least have the benefit of having fewer wrinkles and better muscle tone), turned me into a replica of my mother. But then another theory occurred to me - I don't remember what my mother looked like before I turned 13. My memories of her start there, so now, when my 45-year-old face stares out at me from the mirror, I think, "Mom!"
So? So, that means I've probably looked like my Mom the whole time. But only now am I realizing that. This discovery leaves me with an interesting (well, to me, anyway) conundrum. Do I feel old at middle-age because my daughter Anna is shooting all these negative vibes at me? Or do I feel old because I am looking like the person that my teen self thought looked pretty darn ancient at the time?
And, yes, I do spend a lot of time thinking about how I look. A habit that I started way back when I was 12 is rather difficult to break.