I was never Mom’s “mini-me” and I wonder if she resented that.

Sure, I look like her… but we’re definitely not twins.

After three boys, maybe she wanted a daughter just like her… but I wasn’t.

On my birthdays, she used to tell me that when she found out I was a girl she hoped I would have blue eyes. Maybe that’s true. Maybe it wasn’t.

I’ve always thought I was the perfect 50/50 blend of both my parents in both looks and personality. We talked about it a lot — me and my parents — I thought we all liked me that way. Maybe she didn’t. Maybe she said it with resentment. I don’t know.

She loved doing makeup, I didn’t. She wanted me to have her curly hair too — she tried to make mine curl like hers, but it never really did. She’d often do my hair and makeup when I went to her house, even as an adult.

I think she wanted me to be just like her, and I wasn’t, and I think that hurt her.

That leaves me feeling… guilty? A little sick? Not great.

Sure, it’s all speculative thinking. Perhaps you’ll say I shouldn’t waste my time on thoughts like these, and maybe you’re right… but the thoughts still generate.