So, do you ever have those days when you look at your children and wonder from where they came? Like when you think that there is no way that you would have a child that would knowingly play in the toilet; or there is no way that someone who is of your own flesh would think that dipping bananas in ketchup is EVER a good idea; or you marvel that they can sing when you can't carry a tune in a bucket?
Well, Maddie is my child that I look at and think, "She's the one that is most different from me." I think, however, that is because I look at her and see, physically, more of Chris. She has his coloring, his eyes, and looks a lot like him and his mom. However, Maddie, at times, is the spitting image of me as a kid. For instance, her new night time routine. We recently moved a bookcase in her room and most mornings I find at least 10 books in her bed. I hear her "reading" these books to her animals as she falls asleep. I can remember staying up until all hours with a flashlight just to read more. My parents finally relented and bought me a reading light. I still have to read - even if it is only a paragraph - before I sleep every night. Old habits die hard...and are born again in the young.
Sweet Dreams!
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