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Big Freakin' Surprise: We Are Our Mothers

Not long ago I was walking to my car with an armload of shopping bags and a coffee mug. Using my lips, I tried to wrestle my car keys from my purse when I dropped all the bags. An umbrella fell out of one of the bags, hit the pavement, bounced, up, and in a moment of artistic beauty, opened mid-air and rolled on the ground. I tripped over it, spilling my coffee, dropped my keys, and let out a high-pitched, "Oh, my!" The first thing I thought was: I have become my mother.

A study from Ohio State University claims (as you may have already known) that women usually inherit parenting skills from their mothers, but men do not.

I'm not a mom yet, but when that day comes, you can be sure that I will dance on the tables to "Shake, Shake, Shake Senora" with my daughter when she has the Chicken Pox, let her throw up in my lap when I'm entertaining guests, and channel that Satan-like voice my mom always reserved for times when I had done something terribly wrong.

What do you think? Are you the same kind of mom your mom was? Or have you run in the opposite direction? And where did your husband pick up his parenting skills?

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