We all have a pair. You know those pants that are a little longer than capris and a little shorter than high waters. They’re the pants that we, the non-moms of the world, wear and looking in the mirror think, “Man, I Iook like my mom.” And we do, but its not the pants. We’re sorta born that way–us girls. We really have no choice. And its all because of the mom curse. Our mothers were cursed by their mothers with children that acted just like them. And then, when we got to that point where our mothers were tearing out their hair over us, we were cursed. We are OUR mothers. Our children will BE us.