Perhaps I’ve been watching too many parenting shows, or reading too many parenting ezines. Perhaps I’m now finally emerging from the stupor of the first zombie-like months of the Magpie’s short life. We’re well past the days of eat, sleep, cry, eat, sleep, cry. We have interaction. We have time for interaction. I can really, honestly see personality – I no longer have to mouth exaggerated responses to her whims as though they were conscious decisions on her part or predetermined characteristics passed down from relatives she has never met.
But, I am now seeing traits in her from relatives that she has never met.
I do see Mr.Q’s family resemblance in her, including Mr.Q’s sister who died suddenly in May of 2004. I also have seen a great deal of my grandmother who passed the November before and whose birthday she shares.
And I can not share these observations with either side of the family as I know there are those who would take the idea of physical or personality similarities a little too far and go all Sylvia Browne on the idea. As much as I love the idea that she could have little bits of the both of them to carry on – as she technically does, in her very make up – I’ll just get to keep those moments when others appear in her manners to myself.
It’s only fair to the Magpie, and to the memories of those who came before her.