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My Girl

28 Jan

We talked about our favorite movies. What we’d like to learn. The food we can’t live without. We giggled about how we answered a “things we prefer more” quiz the same. Popcorn over candy. Movies over shopping. Only one difference – I chose milk, she chose juice.

The “mom and me” lunch date I recently had with Nia at the American Girl store gave me a wonderful glimpse at my little girl’s growing personality. The Bistro offers a box with questions on the tables and she and I took turns interviewing each other.

The strip of paper inquiring about the funniest person she knows prompted her to tell me a story about a silly friend in her class. The one asking about the hardest thing she ever had to do had her confess it involves trying to not let her little brother annoy her.

Her favorite movie is the sixth Star Wars but she was careful to add there are new ones coming out soon so they might take that number one spot.

She can’t live without pizza. The three celebrities she wants to meet are Selena Gomez, Taylor Swift and One Direction. (If the group doesn’t count as one, she just wants it to be Liam.) She wants to learn Spanish. She wants to go to France because that’s where Paris and the Eiffel Tower are. She plans to be in college in 10 years.

10 years. That will make my Beanie Baby almost 20. Her answers will likely change during that span but I know I will always remember our time and her – just like this. Freeze frame …

Annie and Nia

Annie and Nia



22 Jul

Many kids look like one of their parents. Resemblance among family members is a pretty common thing. You hear things like, “You have your mother’s smile.” “… your dad’s ears.” “… your grandpa’s balding pattern.” What Nia hears is a little different.

Strangers sometimes act floored when they see us together. One of our CVS clerks can’t get enough of how much we look alike. When Nia isn’t with me at the store, the clerk asks where my “mini-me” is and then proceeds to announce to her coworkers, “her little girl looks JUST like her!”

Sure, I can see a resemblance but I also see her. I see Nia. Not me. She is uniquely and adorably herself and it’s hard for me to believe I could be as precious. When she hears, “You look just like your momma,” what does she feel? Right now, probably nothing. But what about when she gets older? What if she grows to resent it?

I also never know how to react to people’s reactions. I respond politely. I thank them. Tell them my genes beat my husband’s. Smile. Then, I turn to Nia and say, “You look like you. Don’t you Sweets?” Beautiful, beautiful Bean.

Mommy & Bean

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