I have two girls. They both look like me – one more than the other. Every time I see a picture of my mother at a young age or one of my daughter’s most recent ones I think of the proverbial apple falling from the tree. It’s strange how uncanny it is.
I remember someone holding my daughter as an infant. She was facing me but across the room. With the distance the lines of time blurred and I saw not my baby, not myself, but my mother. Weird. Very deja vu.
I was looking through some of my junior high and high school photos not long ago. I was surprised to see myself now through an older me’s eyes. I was cute and funny and active. I wasn’t the ugly duckling that I remember feeling like.
Now I look to the future and I see my beautiful girl. I tell her nearly every day that she is beautiful. I tell her even more often that I love her.
When I see my mom again I will hug her tightly and tell her I love her. I am so thankful to be given the blessing of a wonderful mother and the opportunity to mother a lovely daughter. I just happened to get sandwiched in between! This is one time I don’t mind being caught up in the middle 🙂