Mini-Me

As my birthday was approaching, Rachel kept asking me what I wanted for my birthday. As most mothers would say, I told her, "Oh honey, I don't want you to spend your money on me. Just make me a card and I will treasure it".

So that is what she did. She made a card and had everyone at home sign it. I loved it!

Fast forward to last Sunday evening.

"Mom, I need to get some supplies for an extra credit project," she told me.

So her and I went to Wal-Mart in search of these needed supplies. She is on the honor roll and doesn't want her slipping science grade to affect that.

Anytime you go to the store, you always find other things you need. So I threw in my cart: coffee, wipes and some low-fat snacks. She then asked me, "Oh! I want to go and look at picture frames." She is such a photographer, I understood the need for her to get the multi picture style frame to put some pictures of her and her friends in. Trying to stay in her budget, we choose a simple one that allows five pictures. Perfect. Away we go, home with our few bags of goodies.

A few days pass. We came home from her orthodontist appointment yesterday and she remembers that she had actually left the Wal-Mart bag that had that picture frame in it in the car. She brings it in and after eating diner, she begins taking it apart to work on it.

John and I are discussing our vacation plans at this point. My mind is completely focused on our airline tickets, especially after checking our itinerary online and finding out that one of our flights has changed and is getting us into Miami an hour and a half later than originally planned. So now, my mind is no where else, except focused on a possible problem. Typically, when the kids ask a question or need me during times like that I tell them curtly, "Not now, I'm busy!"

Rachel asked me where she could get some pictures from and did I have a box of doubles or anything? I directed her and remained on task.

She shows me her work in progress. She has dressed up the once simple frame with cute floral stickers. "Cute!" I tell her, also adding, "Rachel, that is going to turn out so nice."

How can our flight time change so drastically I am thinking...

"Mom? Can you come here?" Rachel asks from the kitchen. I get up and go see what she needs. She hands me a card that says: "Happy Birthday Mom, I wanted to get you something! I love you, Rachel"

THE PICTURE FRAME IS FOR ME. She picked out three photos of her and I together and two of her by herself (that she knows I absolutely love). She did such a great job.

I instantly thought and even told Rachel, "You are so much like me. I was always doing stuff like this for my Mom."