Like Mommy
I knew becoming a mother to a little girl that I would be her first female role model. The thought scared and intimidated me because who am I to mold a human being into becoming an upstanding citizen? How do I even know to do that? I don't.
But it's happening, slowly but surely. It's not that I'm all "Aubrey, do this because Mommy does." No, it is just the little things. Aubrey's shoes are colorful and striped like Mommy's. Mommy doesn't wear socks with hers so Aubrey tells her teachers to take hers off because Mommy doesn't wear socks. Mommy and Aubrey wear pink. I pick shorts out for her but she wants jeans pants like Mommy. Mommy has a pony tail so she does too.
She mimics the things I do even if it is not something I want her to mimic. Case in point - I now have a backseat driver in Aubrey. "GO, lady, go!" yelling at the car in front of us after I do. (oops)
I have this habit that I have no idea where I started or when but I always sit on the couch with a pillow on my lap. I just do it. So now she'll sit right next to me with a pillow on her lap. It's hilarious.
I sat on one of those tiny chairs they have for toddler tables, coloring with her the other day, and I got up after like 20 minutes, my butt killing me. "My butt hurts from sitting in that chair, Aubrey." "My butt hurts, too. Like Mommy."
Yesterday twice she pulled her stool up to me while I was prepping and cooking dinner. I explained to her what I was doing, let her touch and smell the food, with her, of course saying "I don't like it." I have a helper unloading the dishwasher when I do. She helps me fold the laundry.
I never thought I would serve as the role model for someone. I never realized the little things matter like that, but they do. I never thought in a million years someone would look up to me like this. And I never in a million years thought I would be worth looking up to. But she's here, and I wouldn't change it for a thing in the world. It fills my heart so much each time she does it. I love that little girl with all of my heart, and I don't know...I think she is fond of me, too.
I think I will call her...."Mini-me."
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