She watches me ever so closely.

So much of what she says and does is exactly what I say and do.  She mimics me.

I watch her taking care of her doll, repeating comforting words that I have just spoken to soothe her younger sister as I hold her close…  she does the same… says the same… she holds her baby close…

I observe.  Fascinated.

She is just as fascinated. She looks up at me in awe…

What do I do with this?

She grabs the little footstool, places it by our dresser, climbs up, and places her chin on her hands as she admires my necklaces…  she is careful not to touch; oh, but how she wants to…  she watches them, glimmering, shimmering, sparkling in the light and then looks up at me with those Armenian eyes:  “they are so pretty, mama…which one will you wear?”  And I pick one and she smiles.  “Oh, mama… you are so pretty…”

I am instantly transported…

There I am gazing at my mama… she is so beautiful…  I love her voice, her smile, her eyes, everything.  I love everything about her, and I watch her fascinated by how wonderful she is.

I can’t imagine my child is doing the same thing now.  With me.

With.

me?

It seems absurd…  how did I get here?  How can this little one be so fascinated by me?  I am not even looking my best today.  Ah, I know that does not matter to her.  I know that is what I am supposed to say, but still.  How can she be so in awe of me, just like I was in awe of my own mama?    See, my mama was!  She. Was.

And me…  well, I feel like I am fumbling along sometimes…

This is just all too magical…

I feel closer to my own mama more than ever before…

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