In my reading of King Lear last week, I came across an segment of the text, that rather sums up an expression of how my mother often regards her children:
“But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter; or rather a disease that’s in my flesh, which I must needs call mine.”
— King Lear, Act II Scene IV, Shakespeare’s King Lear.
Only substitute son with daughter, in this families case. I think she rather missed the “Like mother, like daughter” implications of that statement, even though ma generally agreed with it. (That’s a matter of internal history, predating me by at least 30 years.)