As many of you know, my mom and I pretty much joined at the hip. We’ve got each others back, and she is just my best-est friend in the entire world. I used to be her favorite daughter, until our precious labrador retriever came into the picture…so sad, so sad. I never realized how much alike we are. For one, I have very strange phobias…elevators and hospitals. Come to find out, she had the same phobias growing up. Today when I was on the phone with her I mentioned that I scared the hell out of myself when I realized that I’m one day going to perish into thin air (pardon but I fear the word d-e-a-t-h). I thought she was going to talk me down and tell me to get over it, when all of a sudden she said “oh no not you too, it’s hereditary.” We are so much alike it’s pitiful. What’s scary is her love for antiques and flowers are rubbing off on me. Granted when she walks into a nursery to check out plants I head inside to check out furniture and such, but I do love photographing them. When I was growing up I always wanted to play with my male cousins and brother. I loved harassing them. She’s the exact same way. We try to play it off like we’re nothing like my grandma, but we’re more like her than we admit. My grandma is trouble…always talking smack and up to no good. She looks so sweet and innocent, but it’s just a cover. I guess you could say the same for us. Oh well, I wouldn’t trade my mom for the world, even though I’ve developed her most frightening quirks and phobias.Thanks a lot MOM!
Posted on November 20, 2008 by Candace Rose