Tuesday, August 23, 2011

A Gem

"Better watch out," I told Sydney. "You might be like me someday."

Sometimes I look in the mirror and see shades of my mom. Is it my mannerisms? My voice? What is it that reminds me of you, Mom?

All of my childhood and early adulthood, I did not want to be like my mother. I didn't have grandmothers to admire. None of my teachers had changed my life. But we do absorb personalities. We inherit some traits that we can't deny.

I didn't have any superstars that I idolized. I didn't know who I wanted to be or what I could be. We more or less settled for how we lived and what we would probably be one day.

My grandchildren talk of teachers they admire, parents of friends, their mother, their aunt. These are the people who treat them with respect and love. They are women who nurture and give support.

"Better watch out," I told Sydney. "You might be like me someday."

"Yes I will," she replied.

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