That’s my kid

People always say how much my kids look like Brandon, or like his side of the family. I rarely hear anyone say that they look like me. But aside from looks, Harlyn is me. A younger version, sure, but still.

I know Harlyn’s my daughter when:

  1. She spills one drop of water and starts crying.
  2. She gets reprimanded, or even gently corrected, and bawls her eyes out.
  3. She CANNOT handle a misplaced toy. Must. Find. It. Before. Bed.
  4. She tries something once, doesn’t get it perfect, and gets mad at herself.
  5. She heads STRAIGHT to her room the second she walks in the door from school for a few minutes of alone time.
  6. She wears comfy clothes whenever possible.  Jeans at home? Nope. Not gonna happen.
  7. I look at her pinky toe. We have the same exact weird pinky toe nail.

There are so many times I hear Harlyn say something or watch her do something and think…WHAT HAVE I DONE TO HER?!?!?  While she can certainly get goofy like her daddy, I think at her core, she is totally a “first child.” She is so Type A.  I am hoping she learns to chill a little bit quicker than I did. Of course, I don’t have it totally figured out, but between a million years with laid back Brandon and becoming a mom, I am wayyy better than I used to be.  

And even though I know she looks like B, every once in a while, I glance her way and I just see me. And our crazy-looking pinky toe nail.

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I'm Meghan. I am an average mom.

I'm Meghan. I am an average mom.

I am a wife and mama of two, just trying to keep everyone decently happy and content. I love scrapbooking, reading, the elusive date night, and iced coffees.
I'm Meghan. I am an average mom.