Serious and Not-So-Serious Musings on Motherhood
by Dya Englert
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Parade of Ancestors
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.