The day I received the first picture I’d ever seen of my mother I went to show mom. I walked into the house, found mom in the kitchen and handed her the picture, she looked at it, then said something along the lines of I don’t recognize the dress and you look older in this picture.
Not so long ago, I was looking at that picture when my husband walked by, stopped, looked and said without asking who it was – you look like your mother. Me, I could only see vague glimpse of parts of me in that picture, although our hands were very similar, I’d guess she had bendy fingers too. Over time I’ve managed to add a few more pictures of my mother to my collection, but each time it is the same, I only see vague parts of me staring back, but not enough for me to say we looked alike.
Yesterday, I was on ancestry in my mother’s family tree, checking to see if there was anything new to add. I double checked the high school year book link, and yes, there was her picture, the picture I have of her in the tree. But this time, something grabbed my attention, a familiarity to my profile, so I checked my pictures and found an older picture of me in that profile and now I can see myself reflected back in a whole new way. Whether it’s because I’m now used to seeing bits of me reflected back in many in my maternal family and pictures of my father – that I can see it, or because something inside held me back – I have no idea. Not going to delve too deep into the why, I’m just happy I can see it now. I’m not an only, I can see myself reflected back in my mother’s face.
What’s going on in your world?