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!"
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| mother and daughter |
I realized in that instance that I mirror my own mother.
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| mother and daughter |
I am surprised because I always thought she looks like her mother.
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| 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.