I got the sweetest text from my mom yesterday. It was in response to the latest batch of blogs I had mailed to her. If you missed it, in one of my previous entries I mentioned that my mom doesn’t have a computer, so I print out and mail all of my blog entries to her. She’s my biggest fan. (Maybe my only fan?? “A blog only a mother could love?…” But I digress…)
So, this is what her text said: “You are one strong woman! I wish I only had a portion of your strength.”
I read that, and then went back and re-read it again. First, because my mom is just awesome. Who doesn’t need to hear stuff like that? I’m so lucky to have her support. But secondly, I re-read it because it sounded so familiar to me. And I couldn’t quite place why.
Then, it dawned on me.
When my daughter was only 2 years old (she’s 13 now), I could already see the fiery strength of her personality. I remember watching her one day and just being able to visualize with such clarity what a strong woman she was going to become one day. I saw in her the person I wish I could be – strong, determined, feisty. And when I saw those things in her, I wrote this poem:
Ounce of Strength
Look at you.
I’m amazed at your abilities,
At your determination,
At your strong will.
Nothing can stop you!
I watch you in awe.
You adapt to change so quickly.
You remain steady
Even when the world around you changes.
You amaze me.
You inspire me.
You are my constant.
What I wouldn’t give to have just a little of your ability –
Just one iota of your determination –
Just one ounce of your strength.
Turns out I was right. She’s still a little superwoman. Full of an unending energy, wit, and strength that astounds me at times. Nothing gets to that girl. She is who she is and that’s just all there is to it. Stubborn, dedicated, determined little Kelly.
And after getting that text from my mom, it finally hit me. All of that is also how my mom sees me.
Wow. I’m not sure if I ever realized that before. That’s pretty awesome.
And you know what? I’m willing to bet that her mom sees her exactly the same way. Which makes me realize something else. Maybe, just maybe, I just might have had a little something to do with Kelly’s personality. And you know what else? My mom had a little something to do with mine. And her mom had a little something to do with hers. And so on, and so on.
Hmmm. Well, how about that!?
We need to remember that more often. Really let this thought sink in:
Who we are will manifest in our kids.
And you know what? If we’re careful – those manifestations may just end up being some really great things.
And thou shalt in thy daughter see,
This picture, once, resembled thee.
– Ambrose Philips