The funny thing about moms is that everything about them that once drove you absolutely insane will one day make perfect sense; it's the stereotypical, alarming "I am my mother" moment. Growing up, I'd get so annoyed when my mom would sit on the beach under an umbrella in a floppy hat, linen shirt, SPF +700, and sunglasses—while I greased up with tanning oil (only to end up burnt to hell and back). Now, I literally would not even set foot on a beach without a kaftan or something. I'm so thankful to have a mom who taught me the importance of a strong SPF and an even stronger sense of self-worth. I'm my mom in 101 different ways—and I'm so lucky.