Ha! No, I'm really honestly not, but my husband is turning into his mother, who is turning into Il Duce, so that doesn't bode well.

Question for people with boomer-aged parents: are they turning into you?

Or, for people who are boomer-aged parents themselves: are you turning into your children?

My mom is a bit young to be a boomer, I think. She's 51. not sure how that works.
I have bypassed my mom and turned into my grandmother. Up to and including bits of her wardrobe from when she was my age.

My mom now hangs out with coworkers in their 20s and 30s and goes drinking and such. It is... odd.

Birth years up to 1965 count as boomers. Some say 1964. It depends where you draw the line on the 'boom.'

Oh, and as to the question: They're not turning into me. They always were me. I'm just old enough to match now. Boomers are perenially middle-aged, and show no signs of turning into quiet retirees who embrace their senior-ness.

OMG, definitely. (I'm just post-boomer, born 1965, but.)

I watch so much PBS now, just like mom (almost 76), including Lehrer News Hour and Mystery!

I do crosswords now every day, just like dad (deceased).

I do chores and grumble and talk to myself about people putting the wrong stuff in the recycling, just like mom.

I like jigsaw puzzles, which even my mom doesn't do, but which my grandmother did way back when.

I can't read anything close up or far away, just like mom.

Or, for people who are boomer-aged parents themselves: are you turning into your children?

I don't know...it's hard to say.

I had and a computer first, now my kids (17 and 21) are all "Wow mom's cool, she knows how to download files."....geez.

I had a cell first, and now my kids say "Hey, you know how to text???"

I was listening to indie music while my daughter was crying over Backstreet Boys and my son was listening to Raffi, but now they look at my ipod playlists and say "Hey, how did you find out about so-and-so??" (same way you did, bub).

I had an Intellevision and an Atari and have always played video games, and now my son is equal parts proud and embarrassed that I still do, but I was saving Zelda before he was even born, and damned if that peabrained princess doesn't still need my help. Why doesn't she just move?? I mean, everyone knows where Ganon lives. Jesus.

My son just started college this week so I've been my parents for a long time. I'm a late boomer or early GenX-er ('64) so I've got a lot in common with my son too though. (music, computers, video games). I tend to listen to newer music than he does. I listen to Radiohead while he listens to Deep Purple (of all things).

I start my day with coffee and the newspaper (no TV or diet coke) like my parents.

I'm a cat person like both parents.

I get involed in local politics like my Mom.

I love old houses like my Mom.

I love old VWs like my Dad.

The dynamics are so different though. I grew up in 70's and 80's which were interesting but can't compare to living through the depression and World War. I think that the world changed much more in my dad's first 43 years (1927 - 1970) than between 1964 and now.

Definitely not:

Mum is getting crankier in her old age and I find things bother me less as I age.

The sperm donor is a racist, red-neck, misogynistic pig.

I have such a crush on iconomy. It needs to be said.

I look down sometimes and realize I have my mother's hands. I'm also starting to get her neck. I've also developed her intolerance for illness and injury. I can push through just about any discomfort and grow impatient with those who cannot. As long as I don't develop her love of Celine Dion and Meatloaf (the singer, not the food), I'll be OK. She is turning into me in that her politics have grown waaaay more liberal as she gets older.

My dad and I have always had the same sense of humor, a profound dislike for authority and a freakish aversion to wearing coats and socks. So nothing new there.

I fight ever day to not turn into my mother. Her major characteristic is her inability to show any emotion whatsoever, and her major way of communication is through criticism.

Also, OMG, my brains melted out of my ears at the amount of reality tv she watches.

I have such a crush on iconomy. It needs to be said.

Take a number, sister.

Um, like ico, I was sorta indie before daughter was born. At first, her musical likes were my likes, and no, I probably plunder her itunes more than she plunders mine, although it still goes back and forth. (My wife likes Simon and Garfunkel, Paul McCartney, etc., both of whom are fine, but her adventurousness does not extend into music listening.)

To the extent that I can still monitor Daughter's internet activities, I probably do more interesting stuff than she does.

It both bugs her and is a source of fun, that her parents are not fuddy duddys.

I answered on BBQ, but I should add that I got my mother's thrift and love of food and animals.

I wonder if it's when you have kids of your own that you become your parents. Not having any kids, I don't know...

My Dad, RIP, was of a different nature than I think I am. He always needed other people about, and was good with names. He was a bootstrap person who grew up plowing tobacco behind a mule and managed to make his way unaided through college. I still miss him to this day - even though he was unfaithful to my Mom and divorced her when he found a younger person who eventually took him for all he had. He was nothing like his dad, and perhaps more like his mom.

I'm similar to my Mom, who was not at all like either of her parents. In common, we're very solitary, with artistic sensibilities and a love of nature and critters. We each have few friends, but are extremely loyal. She's an organized person, while I am messy. I tend to be more cerebral and feel extreme empathy for others, so much so, that I try to shield myself from thinking about cruelty in any manner.

I read, listen to NPR, jazz, classical, 10CC and the like, while she watches HGTV and the Food Network… I’m glad to share some of my Mom’s best traits; however, I’m beginning to share some of the sagging body parts that gradually give way to the laws of gravity and time. I look much more like her now. Sigh.

My mother is Gen X (in Coupland's original definition, that is, which is people born between the end of the Boom and the start of Vietnam, '59-'64). We did not get along until I moved out of the house. Then we superficially got along until I had kids. Slowly, really over the past year, we began to actually get along, and I had a wonderful conversation with her on Xmas Day that is one of tiny handful of high points in my relationship with her.

Since I had kids I definitely feel like I am much more like my mother than I'd admit. We have similar interests (home decorating, cooking, bargain shopping - never pay retail!) to discuss. But even more so, I am starting to sound like her, especially when I talk to my kids ("because I said so!"); the way I laugh; we have similar impatiences (is that a word?); we look alike, so I can see how I will age. Since having kids, I think I understand her more. Having kids changes your life and I can perceive better why she acted towards me, all of us, as she did (control issues); the particular stresses she went through, as I am going through. There is still plenty in her makeup that I do not identify with (and she with me), so I don't think we'll ever be BFF, but yeah, turning into my mother somewhat isn't so bad.

"Ugh, I'm turning into my mother!" - Bizarro 1/17/08

Based on the fact that I cart around a purse stuffed with everything but the kitchen sink (and golf tees), I have evidently bypassed turning into my mother and gone straight into turning into my grandmother.

I am my mother's twin, in a way. We've always been close, but more so after I got over my teenage stupid years. I open my mouth, and my mom's voice comes out. Her sayings, her mannerisms, a certain laugh. We both can make friends standing in line at a store, we're both nosy, we're both passionate at what we do and how we feel. I love it!

My father - I suppose I get my short temper from the Irish heritage on that side. Other than that he's done nothing for me.

I'm not turning into my father. I've been an arsehole for years.

Scody is my sister! I feel naked without my backpack or tote.