If my three older kids were still small I could say I’m an authority on them. As a mom you grow them, you bring them into this world and for the first few years you spend almost every second with them. You know everything they’ve eaten, where they’ve gone and each word they say. You know them better than they know themselves.
Today I could say I’m an authority on Sid. Although I didn’t give birth to him, I’ve been his momma for over two years and I know him inside and out. He’s such a firecracker and such a delight. Such a blessing.
Once your kids get older though, your knowledge of their likes and dislikes slowly fades into the background. They become their own people and much of what goes on in their lives, you don’t see and you are not a part of. It’s only natural. I wouldn’t want to be so enmeshed that I would see myself as an authority on my adult children anyway.
So that just leaves me. I’m an authority on me. If I’m not, then who is? I know what I like, what I want and what I’ll do. Actually sometimes I’m surprised at what I’ll do but that’s not a story for here.
The photo I’m attaching today is not of me, it’s my doppelganger. This subject came up a few days ago from another blogger I follow, Anthony. A few years ago my daughter Bella came across this picture on Tiktok. She sent it to me immediately. She was so freaked out. The resemblance to me. And it even freaked me out.
It’s black and white so obviously from the generation before me. But it so looks like me. It’s a previous version of me. Somehow.
I posted it on my facebook page and people commented “wow great photo” etc. I’m like guys, it’s not me! Was I alive in the fifties or sixties? Hell no. But I suppose maybe they just thought it was an old black and white photo of me.
Happy fourth of July to all in the USA today!
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