I have often considered the similarities between my daughter Natalie and my mother. They are both blue-eyed brunettes and both had two older sisters and an older brother. (Mom also had an older half-brother.) They were both born during the 2nd week of the month, and in a year ending with “8.” And of course I think they are both beautiful.
Anyway, years ago I mentioned to my mom that her father, Grandpa Farrer, seemed like a quiet man; he never said much to me. (He passed away when I was 13.) Her response to this seemingly benign observation surprised me. She said that it was likely due to his surprise that she could produce such remarkable children. I am not sure if she was trying to compliment me of if Grandpa was not too openly affectionate and praising to the apple of his eye. It was probably the former.
I have kept this thought in the back of my mind. I don’t think I’m on death’s door or anything, but often I tell Natalie how proud I am of her and how wonderful I think she is. She really is fantastic in every way. While I don’t believe that I have lofty or unrealistic expectations of her, I can’t see myself being surprised at any level of greatness she may attain or anything wondrous that she may accomplish. I’ve only known her for a quarter of the time that I have known her grandmother, but if she accomplishes even a fraction of what mom has, she will be a huge success.
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