This new little one... an extension of my daughter... is a delight and joy of a totally different kind.
Perhaps it is partially seeing another facet of my talented, beautiful and loving daughter (please remember its 'mom' speaking here; I *know* she's not perfect, etc.); the new role of motherhood playing out in her life. Her spin on all I did as a young mother is the extension of her own personality and is wonderful for me to see.
Then again, it might be a poignant reminder of the joy and delight I experienced in my own early motherhood. I see the same devotion, committment and tenderness in her actions; and recognize the fatigue and exhaustion tempered by her special love for him.
But, it might also be the boy himself. He is funny, sweet, mischevious, earnest and tender. I recognize his mother's sense of humor and affection in his bright eyes and gentleness.
I can't resist his little face and his expressions are so varied he looks different in each picture, and when I can hold and play with him, I don't want to leave him for a minute.
No comments:
Post a Comment