So I was in the restroom at work one day this week, and I was looking in the mirror adjusting a scarf I was wearing. As an aside, a.) it's super cold right now, for Dallas, b.) my office is frigid in the summer and it is downright freezing in the winter.
Anyway, I got the scarf tied the way I wanted it and as I was walking out of the restroom, where there are mirrors on each wall of the corner, I looked up at my face. It must have been the weird perspective of the different angle, but all of a sudden, my heart leapt because I saw my mom. I swear, I had simultaneous instant feelings -- so happy she was there, but so alarmed that something must be very wrong for her to be in the restroom at my office more than 1,000 miles away from home. Yeah, both those reactions were there before I realized of course that I was looking at my own face.
There's a picture from our wedding day where I'm in the room where I got dressed, getting ready to go to the castle where we got married, and I'm doing this weird closed mouth smile that I usually don't do. When I first saw that image after the wedding, I realized that I looked exactly like my mom in it. And it's happened a couple other times where I've creeped myself out by how much I look like her. But this is the first time I honestly for a milli-second didn't even recognize myself.
I guess this explains why I've repeatedly put my husband in the uncomfortable position of demanding to know whether he thinks my mom is attractive -- I'm obviously going to completely turn into her one day. Appearance-wise, that works for me since I think my mom is pretty, but man, it's creepy to see it happening before my eyes.