As time went on, they resembled their father. Each. One. Of. Them.
It was irritating. After all, who did all the work of carrying them, suffering with morning sickness that lasted all day for 9 months? Who breastfed them and sustained them making it possible for them to live? Moi, that's who!
You'd think they would at least resemble someone on my side of the family. But no. As they grew, all I heard was, "she looks just like her daddy!" Sometimes, it was, "Janae looks like her Aunt Lea Ann" (my husband's sister).
However, they might look like their daddy but they have a lot of my qualities. For instance, the girls and I are all:
- avid readers
- good students
- good writers
- able to memorize easily
- slightly obsessive - but in a good way!
I have to say, though, that if anyone is a mini-me, it would be Elissa, our oldest daughter. We are alike in so many ways. We can talk for hours on our love of organizing, home decor and our addiction to buying new shirts. Or we discuss education and teaching methods (she loves to teach math to teenagers, and I like to teach bible classes), blogging, scripture and what our pastors preach.
It's gotten to the point where we will speak what the other one is thinking. I always laugh and say, "Get out of my brain!" She always rolls her eyes.
Yes, having a mini-me is a beautiful thing!
This post is written in response to Writer's Workshop prompt 1.) Apple doesn't fall far from the tree...how is your child just like you? If you would like to join in, or read other responses, visit Kathy's blog, Mama's Losin' It.