My Mom’s sister came out for a visit from Missouri, and it got me thinking about how different she is in so many ways from my mom. How can 2 people who grew up in the same home with the same parents be so different? Then of course I started comparing my sisters and I. Are we that different? Sure we have our differences, but I think we are more similar than different. Then I look at my girls. In a lot of ways they are like night and day. One is very shy, and one never stops talking. One is adventurous and ready to try anything new, while the other one hates change of any kind, and loves predictability. One can sleep for hours and hours while the other one has a hard time sleeping.
I often watch them and try to see little glimpses of myself in them, and yet all I can see is who they are. Their little souls are completely unique, and all their own. It still amazes me that I am the mother of these two perfect little creatures. It is nothing short of a miracle. I worry about both of them, just like my boys. What will become of them as they get older? What path in life will they choose? Am I preparing them to make what I consider the right decisions? Will they look back on their childhood and remember it fondly? Oh I hope so. I’m trying hard.





