Disjointed, blathering thoughts about this weekend, and unconnected things

That my mother and I are very similar. Frighteningly so. I also have a good dose of my Grandmother in me, and my two uncles are like the two sides of a father I never had.  I totally learned their mannerisms without meaning or wanting to, all these years. I makes we wonder if the realization of this is the end of this phase of my life, the death of childhood? That's the feeling I have growing within me: that there will be several challenges ahead, and they're all doable. There will be a modicum of suffering, but the end result will be a deeper and more fulfilling sense of beauty and contentment.