Like Mother, Like Daughter
This picture.
I found it recently, tucked away in a drawer amongst old cards and letters.
And I love it.
I love that it says “May ‘73” in the white border—I would turn three that June.
I love my mother’s big sunglasses...her hoop earrings...her necklace...her outfit...the collar.
I love the big ring on my finger...my long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail...the Winnie-the-Pooh embroidered on my shirt. The look on my face.
We appear to be picking up take-out and buying the item on the counter.
All so ordinary and yet, so extraordinary at the same time. My mother...I love that she is looking at me. Pure. Simple. Sweet.
Now, all these years later, it is me with my sunglasses, my hoop earrings, my necklace, my rings, my long blonde hair is often in a ponytail.
And she and I are still picking up take-out and shopping together. And she is still looking at me this way.
“Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the Lord your God is giving you.”