Like mother, like daughter…

If there is something I remember about being a child ( and believe me there’s a lot I don’t remember, I would even say that I’ve manage to forget the most of my childhood ), well if there’s one thing I remember, as I was saying, is how I always felt like I wasn’t easy to love. I felt mostly invisible and underestimated.I went around feeling anxious and  stupid. That’s my childhood’s strongest memory. One day, someone told me that they were amazed by how fast I learned, how intelligent I was. That same year I became a straight A student ( until then I was a C student). I sometimes wonder if I had become lovelier as well if someone had told me that I was lovely…

Today,I can see how my son is waited by the door when we arrive somewhere, and how Laura has to announce her self: “I’m here!”. How everybody loves to have Gabriel around, always has, and how Laura is considered to be more like a job. How Gabriel is always welcomed, and Laura only is welcomed sometimes. How Gabriel gets hugs and kisses and Laura almost has to  ask for them…and she does. She takes a lot of place, makes a lot of noise.  Gabriel never had to struggle to get attention.

Laura demands attention. Fights for attention.

Maybe that’s what’s so difficult about her…maybe that’s what so  charming  about her.

You can’t miss her…But can you love her?

I tell my daughter that she is the loveliest girl in the whole world. Everyday. Every single day…

and the smartest to.