The other day I was looking for a particular photo when I stumbled upon one that made me gasp—no exaggeration. The family resemblance was striking.
I found an image of my older sister as a toddler, and Peeper’s resemblance is uncanny. See for yourself:
The cheek action and blond curls aren’t the only family resemblance they share.
My mom loves to tell how my sister reacted to other kids taking her toys. Instead of throwing a fit, she’d move onto some blocks or a train. Her apparent fascination with the new toy would lure the kid away from the first one, and Beth would zip back to her original interest.
Last week I saw Peeper take a page from Aunt Bootsie’s book. At a birthday party, a toddler friend tried to squeeze past Peeper to climb the slide, which had been occupying Peeper’s attention. So my little one ran over to a car and began to get inside. When the other girl saw her, she sprinted to the car—leaving the stairs to the slide free and open for my daughter.
Time will tell if Peeper acquires some of her aunt’s other traits, but I hope she does. The world would be lucky to count another citizen who’s as smart, thoughtful, funny, talented and strong as my older sister—who has outgrown her taste for tulips but not, apparently, her appreciation for beauty.
I love to look for family resemblance—whom Peeper looks like, whom she acts like, whom she might grow up to emulate. For me, family resemblance is a way to wonder at the future.
Who will my daughter become? Time will tell. In the meantime, I love reflecting on family resemblance with an open mind. Now and in the years to come, I love who my Peeper is.