This morning, Annie and I were looking through some photos from Mother's Days gone by. Annie loves to see herself when she was little, and we talk about what we remember about that day.
For a couple of years, I would make us matching Laura Ashley jumpers and buy matching Sam & Libby ballet shoes. Annie always enjoyed it, and my mother had done the same thing when my sister and I were little...the three of us all matching. (Do people do that any more?) We were enjoying our trip down Memory Lane.
Then...I ran across some other pictures that have me rethinking my "mothering skills".
My daughter, heavy in conversation with statuary...religious statuary. Love the expressions...but...
...it looks like some sort of a trend.
The doctors told me to teach her sign language when she was an infant. I thought that was ridiculous, choosing instead to talk to her every waking moment so she would have a pattern to imitate. I talked to her nonstop..."These are your toes.", "This red apple is round."..."See how the sun is shining on the green grass.". Perhaps I overdid it.
I prefer to think she's just very friendly. And all that talking to her...it paid off...she has excellent speech...but consequently, she never stops talking...just like her Mom didn't stop talking those many years ago. I believe it's called payback. It's just alarming to see it documented in photos...with statuary.
Enjoy the day,