Like mother, like daughter

I have a hard time understanding the upset women feel when they finally realize they've turned into their mother. At 24, I know I've been her for years and I don't need children to prove it to me nor am I saddened or depressed by it. To be honest, I am more amazed by it. When did this happen? In between teen and early twenties I have acquired some of my mom's most admirable traits. 

First, I am frugal, and no, I am not ashamed. I am a girl with a budget who lives below her means.This means, just like Mom, I am a Valued Customer at Kohl's where everything is nearly always free and when I'm done grocery shopping I'm always most excited to see how much money I saved. Second, I have become quite the nurturer. I've found that I find great joy in taking care of someone else even if it is something as simple as cooking a nice dinner at the end of the night. Lastly, I have a big heart which I wear upon my sleeve. You will always know how I'm feeling - good or bad.

While I'm happy with  many of the positive qualities my mom gave me there is one thing that she passed down that I loathe. I am a sufferer of chronic migraine headaches, just like my mom. This is something she apologizes for giving me almost weekly. We've both been suffering since we've been tweens. We only find solace from the pain in a dark room, where it is quiet. In the past week I have had four debilitating migraines that have had me on the verge of tears. I've often thought about her during these times and recalled how often I can remember her migraines keeping her bed bound on holidays and special occasions. When I feel like lifting my head off the pillow is impossible, I know she understands how I feel. Most times she calls me to check up on me and says, "You're just like your mother."