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Pieces of Me

Pieces of Me

October 28, 2013 by Amy, Using Our Words 10 Comments

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“She’s your twin!”

“Really? Everyone says my kids look just like my husband.”

“Yeah, really. She’s just…you.”

This conversation took place last week. It was Pink’s ballet teacher who noted the resemblance. Though we’ve been in her class for weeks now, she doesn’t really know us. But she watches us — week after week, as we move, we laugh, we spin round and round. And, yes, she’s even seen us engage in a battle (or two) of wills.

It’s funny, I get what she means. Because even though we may not have the same skin tone or hair color, there are other innate qualities that we share. Mother and daughter. The way our eyes get really wide when we’re excited. The lazy slump of our shoulders because, quite frankly, both of us could use a bit more core strength. The way we study the people around us — perhaps more than we should. (And all of these similarities are apparent within the first 30 seconds of the warm-up song.)

You could argue that Pink’s learned these things from me. That after two and a half years of constant companionship, she’s adopted my body movements and my approach to the world. But I believe it’s more than that. I’ve seen it in my other kids too.

A sudden shift of the eyes, and suddenly I see Lenny looking back at me from Big’s face. An emotional outburst after feeling like he’s let someone down, and Big crumbles into pieces of me. A carefree hip wiggle and giggle, and I just know Little was born with Lenny’s carefree side. But his water baby goodness? That’s all me.

No doubt Pink is her own complicated mixture of Lenny and me as well. After all, science dictates that she’s part him, part me. We can only hope she gets the best of both of us, and that — years from now — when people say she’s just like me or just like Lenny, that she’ll feel a sense of pride. The way I did last Friday at ballet.

This post was inspired by The Dinner, a novel by Herman Koch. Two brothers and their wives sit down for a tension-filled dinner to discuss a horrible situation involving their children that can change both families’ lives forever. Join From Left to Write on October 29th as we discuss The Dinner. I received a copy of the book at no charge to inspire this post and book club discussion.

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Comments

  1. Jennifer Wolfe says

    October 28, 2013 at 5:26 pm

    One of the more fascinating part of being a parent – especially with one of each gender-is watching how parts of both parents show up in the most unlikely times. Nature v. nurture? Gotta be a bit of both.

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    • Amy, Using Our Words says

      October 30, 2013 at 1:02 pm

      So true, Jennifer!

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  2. Thien-Kim says

    October 28, 2013 at 9:31 pm

    My husband tells me the same thing about my daughter and me. All I know is that the teen years will be rough for both of us because we’re so alike.

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    • Amy, Using Our Words says

      October 30, 2013 at 1:03 pm

      We’re already dreading those with our daughter too. She’s 2 going on 13. Yikes.

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  3. Sam says

    October 29, 2013 at 12:41 pm

    I loved this! Eli is such a mixture of both of us…the good and the challenging. Nate is almost 100% his daddy (with a nice dose of my dad thrown into the mix) right down to that cute dimple flashing in his cheek! Mysteriously, we are universally positive that they got their tempers from their mama! 🙂

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    • Amy, Using Our Words says

      October 30, 2013 at 1:04 pm

      So cute. Pink has my dad’s dimple too. Love it! Yeah, that temper thing comes from me too. Good thing there are so many wonderful qualities too!

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  4. ally says

    October 29, 2013 at 7:39 pm

    I find this fascinating, the entire discussion. We have twin girls and one looks, and acts, just like her father (and his mother) while the other one is all me. She eats pickles in the exact same way I did when I was 6, the similarities could be creepy if it wasn’t so wonderful. We butt heads, I know we always will, but I know her well, we’ll be fine. And oh yes, she looks just like me, total strangers have been telling us this for years.

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    • Amy, Using Our Words says

      October 30, 2013 at 1:05 pm

      Oh my gosh, I can only imagine how having twins makes this discussion that much more fascinating. Wow!

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  5. Melissa says

    October 30, 2013 at 6:37 pm

    I found this very moving. My daughter looks just like me, but I think it’s more so because she has all my mannerisms too. Sometimes, I feel like looking at her is like holding up a mirror to myself. Do I do that? I ask my husband. Yes, he tells me. You absolutely do.

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