When our only child does something crazy my husband turns to me and says “What have you birthed?” It never fails to make me, and her, laugh. The answer to this depends on what she’s done because she has bits of our personalities within hers. She shows mannerisms and traits not just of me and her dad but of both of our families. I realize all of us do and that we are equal parts nature and nurture. On car trips or in our bed on Sunday mornings the three of us have been known to play the “What do you get from Dad?” “Who do you look like?” “What traits do you share with Mom?” game. She is all of us and yet, still her own person and a wonderful one at that. So, on this occasion of celebrating mothers I want to give thanks for my daughter who posesses the best of all who have come before her.
My sweet Lucy, you have:
The big heart of Grandpa Ray.
The wit of Nana Nancy.
The brains of Papa Bill.
Lucy, you love cooking and food – like your Uncle Joel.
You are compassionate like Nana Kris.
Protective of those you love like Papa Dick.
Sensitive to others like Aunt Bonnie.
And playful like Uncle Terry.
My sweetie, you are fiercely loyal like your namesake Mama Cille.
And reflective like Uncle Bob.
All the things about your Dad that made be fall in love with him, reside in you. Wicked sense of humor, intelligence, gentle, honest, a love of animals, even that stubborn streak.
As for me, the woman lucky enough to have “birthed you” – I swell with pride whenever anyone says “Lucy looks just like you.”
For you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
I’m thankful every day I’m your mother.