Thursday, January 24, 2013

Traits

I don't really know her, the seventh grader helping with the younger children, but her mother is the sort of friend with whom I wish I spent more time: lighthearted, loyal. I'm busy and hardly talk to the girl but, even so, catch glimpses of her mother in her. The way she tilts her head, smiles without showing teeth, rests her hand on a little one's back. My heart swells a little, thinking of my friend and how her daughters become her.

No one ever suggests I've become my mother. More's the pity.

I saw myself in Clementine the other day. She was cramming her sister's foot into a sparkly tennis shoe, sighing and saying (with great frustration): "Work with me, Charleigh!"

Then she put her hand on her hip and said to her brother: "Cade, I have a job for you. Go out on the porch and get the cat bowl for me, ok?"

Cade, nine years her senior, looked down at her and back up at me. "She sounds exactly like you, Mom!" he laughed. And there, in his relaxed stance and expression of patient amusement, I saw again: his dad, my ex-husband.

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  1. its amazing how they can teach us and shine lights to places of ourselves that we couldn't see clearly without them.

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    1. I agree Tara! Beautiful, Brandee :o)

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  2. Oh this is really good. The beauty and burden of the parts they carry of us....GORGEOUS.

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  3. Have you ever looked in the mirror and BOOM there is your mother standing in front of you? It is the weirdest feeling....and YES it is so wild how we come out in our kids. Lord, PLEASE give them the GOOD traits, ha!

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    1. My dad. I tend to see my dad or my grandmas. Rarely my mom, but THOSE are my proudest moments. I will say I've gotten very tender-hearted over the years (meaning that I tear up easily), and that's very much my mom coming out. I used to make fun of my mom for it, and now...

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  4. Hi Brandee
    This is sooo... precious. What does our Lord says about the sins of the fathers etc! I think we just call it monkey see, monkey do....!
    Much love XX
    Mia

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