Like Mother, Like Daughter

This morning, Mary emerged from her bedroom grinning ear to ear. She told me proudly that she had dressed just like Mama today. She asked me to put her hair up in a pony tail like mine and even handed me one of my hair bands to use instead of one of hers. Her finishing touch was that she had donned her white tights so that her skin (a more pretty olive from the Italian side of the family) would look like mine (oh-so pale), which got a rolling laugh out of me!

And here I thought I was just dressed in a rather shabby way in my exercise clothes because I planned to workout.

Like mother, like daughter: she's cuter!

Having my daughter nearly six want to look just like me got me thinking of how she doesn't yet much copy her friends (and certainly not celebrities as she doesn't even know they exist). I was reminded of how much my husband and I valued a book we read years ago, "Hold On to Your Kids: Why Parents Need to Matter More Than Peers."

I hope to hold on to this little one's admiration for as long as I can!