I look at her and remember...
- the day she got a concussion because she was learning to walk and the dog ran over her
- the night she wore her shiny red shoes to bed because she loved them so much
- the day she learned where babies come from because she was curious
- the Christmas she saw all the presents (unwrapped) because she was being helpful
- the afternoon she got shin guards for soccer because I made her play
- the day she decided she would never have children because it would just be too painful
- the night she did the Irish step dance because it was the last recital her grandfather would attend
- the day she gave me a rock for Mother's Day because I love rocks
- the day she sang at graduation because she wanted to surprise us
- the day she showed us the ultrasound because she was having a baby
I look at her and see...
- what my mother saw.
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Oh this is beautiful Donna. Well crafted. I love the short snippets of an entire moment. The progression of her life through the memories that mattered the most. I will add this to my list of writing I want to try.
ReplyDeleteIt's lovely, & interesting the parts you included, what you remember. They seem to be a link of times through life too-like loss of a parent/grandparent, graduation, etc. You've painted a picture that keeps circling, or cycling.
ReplyDeleteReally nice writing. Don't we always see these things when we look at our children? Love your ending, powerful.
ReplyDeleteThat was so touching! I actually have misty eyes. Thank you for sharing this today.
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