For years growing up mean kids would tell me I was adopted.  They told me so much one day I asked my folks; I could see their hurt.  My Choctaw/German father had jet black hair, deep blue eyes, and dark red skin.  My Scots Irish/French mother had vivid red hair, very fair skin, and light brown eyes.  I had blondish hair and greenish eyes with a skin shade that could tan incredibly well or get really pale.  I was actually a cross between my parents but when I was young I couldn’t see it.  As I got older everyone told me I looked just like my mother, but with my father’s eyes.  When we first had our child she looked just like me, with golden hair and lighter eyes.  Then one day I looked into her little face and I saw my beloved husband’s own dark eyes looking back at me.  It was a bit unnerving; eyes I knew so well on someone else.  For years I have joked it was like my mother and my husband had a baby.  Now, for the first time, I am hearing, “She looks just like you!” and it has made me so proud.  I think my family’s genes are carrying into the next generation.  Just as I looked just like my mother but with my father’s eyes; my little one is looking just like me but with her father’s eyes.  The American author Joan D. Vinge said:

“We are all born with a unique genetic blueprint, which lays out the basic characteristics of our personality as well as our physical health and appearance…  And yet, we all know that life experiences do change us.”

I want my little one to be a Mini-Me but with far greater experiences than I got to have as a child.  And I do hope she grows to know and love the Lord, just as my parents taught me.  So far she has a love for animals, church, singing, and French so I’d say I’m off to a great start … with my Mini-Me.