This evening, as I was giving Ryder his bath before bed, he looked up at me and gave me the softest, sweetest smile. Suddenly, I was overwhelmed with a feeling of familiarity – it was like looking in a mirror, only better.
You see, ever since Ryder was a newborn, we have constantly received compliments on his resemblance to Mike. Almost everyone who meets Ryder will hover over him and declare, “Wow, he sure does look like his father.”
I have to admit, it does bother me just a little. Not that there’s anything wrong with my hubby, but for Pete’s sake, I manufactured Ryder! Surely my stamp is somewhere with him…
And today I found my signature. The little bit of Lena that makes him mine. I saw it in the shape of his eyes, the curve of his lips. I looked ahead and could see my own smile; my own playful expressions. Will his face one day twist in sarcasm, and brighten in delight? Will he furrow his brow and chew on his bottom lip while deep in thought?
I’d like to think he will – just like Mommy.