IN THE MIDDLE

Many years ago . . .

Staring into the face of a newborn granddaughter
I thought I saw my mother.

I raised my eyes in wonder to her mother's, my youngest daughter.

She laughed at my expression and simply stated,
"She looks like you doesn't she!"

mother and daughter

I realized in that instance that I mirror my own mother.

mother and daughter

I am surprised because I always thought she looks like her mother.

Elna left, daughter Elna Jean right

Yet I've never thought that I look like my grandmother.

We are completely alike but distinctly different.

I am in the middle of generations

In the eyes of a grandchild I see history.

History fascinates me.

Family history enthralls me.

I make discoveries there.

In them I find myself.