There’s a point in life when most people come to realise, or to be more specifically, most women, that they’re turning into their mothers. This phenomenon happens at some point after your 30th birthday. I was 15, sitting in our living room flicking through an old photo album I’d always ignored, when I noticed a picture of myself, standing in my grandparents’ yard. So far so good, but something was off…I didn’t recognise the vintage top I was wearing in the photo, had I ever been that fashionable? It took me few moments to realise it wasn’t me in the picture, but my mother at the same age. And then the fear set in. Despite the numerous comments about how we looked like sisters – it wasn’t until the truth was staring me right in the face that I realised my fate. Denial had turned to reality and reality turned to reflection about the undeniable influence my mother has had in my life. All the clichés aside, after that awkward teenage phase passed and all photos of khaki flares were burnt, this woman, who has seen all of my idiosyncrasies, the good and the bad, has become one of my best friends. Not just because she stuck around through the tears and the fights but because of the way we talk to each other. Our weekly chats vary from cooking to politics to how many times have the cats have woken her up in the night. And everything in between. This is of no interest to other people, but our chats mean the world to me, especially me being in England and her being in Finland. I guess what it comes down to is the whole ‘your mother being there right from the beginning’-thing and that the older I get the more my personality starts to resemble hers. Despite this, we have our differences in character and opinions (and lessons for me to learn about some of her idiosyncrasies, let’s not sugar coat that), but this just adds nicely to the times we clash. She will be turning 70 this year, and I sincerely hope I can keep her around for many more years to come. Now, after saying I would skip the clichés and then clearly not doing so, let’s add one more, but the most important one: Happy Mother’s Day on Sunday to all mums out there! We love you a lot even if we’re sometimes bit of a pain.