Look Alikes
I saw it.... in the way my nine-year old came up beside her sister during the worship service, circled her arm around her sister's waist, and began singing softly. I heard it.... she was talking cheerfully to a roomful of preschoolers, "Okay now, in 5 minutes we're going to clean up, and I need you all to help, ok?" Two minutes later, with strained politeness, she added: "Let's be sure we're talking nicely to each other, ok?!" I felt it... at 9:00pm, just after I'd tucked her in, when her eyes flew open in panic, "My spelling! I forgot to to my spelling! Mom, I CAN'T turn it in late. I have to do it NOW!" I flinched, knowing she came by her perfectionism honestly. The good, the bad, the sweet, the ugly. My girls are mirror images of me and my parenting, with smatterings of my husband thrown in. The way they speak to each other, take care of each other, and leave trails of discarded activities behind so