Background
When my daughter was four months old, both sets of grandparents came from overseas to visit her in Australia. I ended up taking my mother to the emergency room when she arrived. Sleep deprived and extremely stressed I saw my mother in a new light.
I look like my father. While I have my mothers facial shape, I have my fathers features and colouring.
Pickle is the spitting image of me, but with Mr Duncan’s darker colouring. I have black and white pictures of myself as a baby that could easily be mistaken for Pickle now.
When my mother was in the emergency room, hooked up to 5 drips and a heart machine, she kept arching back and craning her neck to try and read the monitor behind her (she used to be a nurse).
There was something about that movement. In her determination to see. In the curve of her neck, the set of her jaw… her vulnerability… I saw my baby daughter.
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Have you ever seen a family member reflected in another during stressful times?
What a powerful moment that you captured with words. And incredibly moving ending to the post.
Beautiful, powerful, amazing post. I agree, the ending was so moving.
Very observant and great writing. Life, full circle.