From the looks of it, I feel that my mother is having quite a hard time dealing with the fact that I am growing up. This means the following:

a) I am not going to go along with whatever she says anymore. I have long since outgrown being a blind follower to anyone. That means, more than anyone else, my mother.

b) I have developed a mind that is (thankfully) different from hers and I will speak it whenever I feel the need. This does not mean that I will sass her for fun. Actually, it's not so much sassing as it is reasoning out.

c) Her influence, though massive, will not rule my life anymore. When before I accepted her verbal slaughter, now I have to defend myself.

Of course, this results in the following:

a) She thinks I'm being too sexy for my shirt. Arrogant. Conceited. I have no right to talk to her like that. I have no right to even talk. I am just a child.

Talk to her like what?

"Mom, I wish you wouldn't scold me in public. It's embarrassing not only for myself but for the others as well."

-Three hours of yelling about respect and consideration-

"Mom, don't you realize that what you're doing to me is the precise thing that you used to hate your mother doing to you?"

-Three hours of saying I have no right, who do I think I am, etc.-

It's hopeless. It really is. Mother-daughter relationships will always be strange and tricky things. I love her but I never want to be like her. Just like she loved her mother but she never wanted to be like her.

We wish so earnestly for distinction, for our own voice, our own OWNS...

"Well, guess what?" Life says with a gleam in her eye. "We all turn into our mothers."