You know how there are those kids that simply CANNOT deny their parents? They look so much like them that the phrase ‘Mini-Me’ comes flying from your lips even though you KNOW they must have heard it 27 thousand times already?
Well, that doesn’t happen to me. But, I will confess that I wish it did. People STILL tell me I look like my mom, but I don’t hear it often about my small girl.
My sweet girl, Delaney, isn’t officially named after anyone… In fact, when we were choosing her name, we mulled over all of the potential nicknames (note: new parents… this is important: If you LOVE the name Katherine, but can’t stand “Katie”, keep that in mind) We actually figured we would be ok with ‘Laney’ as a shorter version….but she has NEVER been a ‘Laney’ – it just doesn’t fit her.
What she is? ’Mini’. The people closest to me call me ‘D’. We started to call her ‘Mini D’ right after she was born. It wasn’t long before even THAT was shortened… to Mini. And it fits her perfectly.
And still…. I have been longing…DYING even… for SOMEONE to say, “She looks JUST like you”. *sigh*
But the only people who do are those who knew me when I was a kid…. when my cheeks were still dominant and my freckles still prominent. My friends from High School and even many from college constantly say they see me in her. And I beam. I carry that feeling with me like a Gold Star.
This weekend, I watched a younger version of me…. my sweet small girl, make her First Communion. She was glorious. And goofy. So delightfully her. She wore my veil (a family heirloom: the same one my mother and grandmother wore). . She asked to take a picture in the same pose…. though refused to bow her head because she no longer wanted the veil pinned to her hair…
For the first time, I saw me. But I also saw her. And it was divine.