Sweet Interlude

As I was walking down 86th Street a woman holding a baby was coming towards me.  She was pointing to a tree explaining its blossoms.  I loved how intensely the child listened as if he understood every word she said.

“Teaching a little life lesson I see,” I said, slowing my pace.

“Well, you have to start somewhere,” she said, “and what’s better than a tree.”

The first thing I noticed was how mother and son had the same eyes which is so uncanny.  The mystery of genetics, how it takes a blueprint of a parent to reproduce and patent a scaled down model.

“What’s it like to see yourself in his itty-bitty face?”

Without taking pause she said, “Like the first time I ever looked into a mirror.”

Sigh

SB

 

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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21 Responses to Sweet Interlude

  1. micklively says:

    Is love just genetics?

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  2. Lovely … just lovely! My sister’s son is just her in drag…it’s crazy.

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  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    Thanks for sharing such a beautiful slice of life.
    Our first and only grandchild (14 mo.) is the spitting image of our biological son. It’s like seeing him as a toddler and young adult at the same time.

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  4. Lynn says:

    It is uncanny some days looking into the eyes & face of your children. Our daughter is the spitting image of me, our son is a combination of the two of us. Reflections of ourselves are seen not only in a physical sense, but also in their mannerisms which is quite comical some days!

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  5. I have always been fascinated with family resemblance. How you can tell which family a child belongs to in a park by the way they look. My brothers and I don’t look at all alike but I think you can still tell we’re related.

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  6. AZMike says:

    I like the book, “The Shack”, the author used the line, “I tell everyone I think the kids got their good looks from me as my wife still has hers.”

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  7. That’s beautiful, Susannah.

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