Not-So-Secret Thoughts from a Grace-Filled Life in Chaos.
I see different aspects of myself reflected through my children, sometimes I like what I see and sometimes I don't.Sometimes I see something; that in me, is only a small glimmer of what I could have been; they are nurturing it into something bigger and better, and I am so proud to watch them grow and am anxiously waiting to see what they will do, that I could not.
Not being a parent, I cannot speak to it as seeing myself in a child, but I see my sister so clearly in my eleven year old niece. I am two years younger than my sister, so over the last couple of years as Michaela has gotten to an age where I have very clear memories of my childhood, I see so much of my sister in her--both good and bad (bad being the bossiness that I had to put up with being the little sister which Michaela, the oldest and only girl, has in spades). It is strange to be transported back to my own childhood by a word or movement of her head.
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