I want to be just like you

It's been four years since I became a mother to a daughter. Its been like a blink of an eye and then the other day she told me "I want to be just like you."

So I sat down with her and put my hair into 2 pony tails and let her put on the makeup in just the right way. On that particular day we both had to wear skirts (preferably pink) and fancy tops.
Being just like me made me pause in my thoughts. I'm a daughter, a sister, a friend, a woman and a mother. All things that with any sort of God's blessings she'll be too. I remember comments on how my daughter, fresh from my womb, looked just like me. Whether or not she did or does is still up for debate in my mind. But, the comments continued until Claire my second daughter was born. And, suddenly her head of dark hair made her that child that looked just like me.

Being just like me?

I hope she doesn't get my nails that always look awful or my cracked heals. I hope her spirit never has doubt or her shoulders become tight with tension.

But to me the things that really matter I have them all. I can't think of one thing that would make my life more complete than it already is.

I have a wonderful family with 3 vibrant, passionate children.

I have a husband who I get to spend lots of time with (no crazy work schedules) and my kids adore. OK, so they are obsessed with him.

I get to be a mom to my kids everyday.

I get to listen to the bugs sing songs outside the windows of my home in the woods.

I get to walk down the drive with my 3 happy kids to see what treasures are hidden in the mail that day. And every so often, a handwritten letter awaits to bring a smile to my face.

I get to inhale the top of my baby's head as we slumber all night long, snuggled together.

I get to share my passion of photography with others who desire just *my* style

I get to see my husband succeed all on his own.

I get to be one of those moms.

I get to fly kites, blow bubbles, paint, cook, discover new animals, read books and pretend something new each day.

I get to love and be loved.

I get to depend on my faith when it really matters.

So sure, if she wants to be just like me, I kind of hope she does. Then I'll get to witness and share in it all again.