Sunday, July 29, 2007
When my son was born, I figured he would look a little bit like me and a little bit like my husband.
What surprises me is that he looks different at different moments of the day; a look of fear, a mischievous grin, an innocent gaze, a boisterous laugh and I see my grandmother, my father, my mother, my grandfather, my uncle.
I see my ancestry in my son's face.
I am connected with not only those that are still here, but also with those that have passed on.
Monday, July 16, 2007
I observe my son. I see how hard he works to try to stand without hanging on to anything; a precursor to walking.
And then I think about how we all learned how to walk (unless we had some serious illness or disability), which in turn reminds me that no matter where we are in our lives right now, how deflated we might feel at times, we did at one time in our lives have enough drive and determination to reach an important goal that took quite a while to get to.
So if we could do it once before, we can do it again.