I’ve been told it’s quite common not to be able to recognize your own features in your children, and up until last Christmas I’d been so fuzzy on the subject that I had convinced myself that Emma must look like me simply because she has the EXACT same hair coloring I did at that age. I know, it’s genius, right?
Then I turned the page of an album I was rebooking as a Christmas present and had my breath stolen upon seeing a shot of Travis at, I don’t know, five? Six? Doesn’t really matter, because Saint Xerox, SHE LOOKS JUST LIKE HIM. As more than a few folks had gently tried to suggest. Since birth.
Travis has mentioned many times that Sarah has expressions that remind him very much of my mother, and many people make that comment on pictures of Ashley. I’ve haven’t seen this so much myself, a fact that makes me a little sad, as shouldn’t I be able to see my own mother there if other people can?
BUT, and here’s where I up the ante and go out concealed – my whole life, everyone has always remarked at how much my sister, Christie, looks like my mom. And by high school, people used to confuse me for Christie all the time. It even happened once on this blog.
This picture is of Ashley, who is throwing down a Christie grin so hard it hits me like the sharp stab of a certain someone’s plastic, pink umbrella in 1979 (I have not forgotten that, missy).
So there I have it. Unmistakable proof that my daughter looks a little like me. And my sister. And my mom.
But don’t be fooled, self. This kid is a brand new human being. And although I may have a hard time seeing it in her face, it’s been clear for quite some time that she’s got the brains of all four of us combined.
*Although, on a side note, this photo also illustrates the apparent joy she recently discovered for putting bags and pillowcases over her head and walking into walls during a trip TO THE BEACH. So. I may not be in as much trouble as I initially feared.