Who was She before She was Me?

I started this painting such a long time ago, or so it seems. About a week ago I finally I felt like my skill and brain were ready to tackle the last details required to finish it so I sat down to paint. 

Of course I ended up repainting just about every part of it. I do think it's better now though - and that it's as "done" as it should be.

Who was She before She was Me? - Acrylic on linen (42cm x 60cm)

This is a self portrait taken from one of the many photos my mom took of me when I was little. Unlike with many of my pieces I always knew what I'd call this one. The title was self-evident from the moment I started on the face.

I have some vague memories of my life and thoughts when I was this small and I remember how I felt at various moments; but I am not now who I was then.

It feels a little like what I imagine a psychic (like River Tam from Whedon's Firefly series) might see when they look into someone else's mind. I was another person then, and her ambitions and interests were so very different from my own now, but there are so many similarities.

I have to wonder if she would like me. I wonder how she would see my life and how I would explain my journey and choices to her.

Would she have wanted to turn into me?