She Has My Eyes

I spent the day with my oldest daughter today. As we were walking out of the gym this afternoon, I noticed her pants were on backwards. Easy to match her to the right mama by her actions! I wonder... is that a trait that is inherited or one that is acquired from spending time together.


My own antics seem to continue as surely as each new day comes. This evening my son asked me “Mom, why is there Tokyo Joe’s in the bath tub?” “Well son”, I answered,” It’s simple. I placed my wet bathing suit in the kitchen and my lunch in the bathtub.” Duh! What else did he want to know!

Let’s not leave out daughter # 2. My youngest daughter has her share of  “Mama Moments”, as well. Not only do my daughters have my eyes, but my “moments”. (Note to daughters: Sorry, but it makes for great blogs!)

Jennifer acquired a job as an office secretary/ receptionist when she was just about eighteen years old. One of her daily tasks was to prepare outgoing mail as well as distribute incoming mail. On her first day, she was doing a fine job opening the mail, date-stamping each piece and delivering to the appropriate office. At the end of the day, however, it was brought to her attention that the mail she had opened, date-stamped and distributed was actually the outgoing mail!

Now for the youngest daughter, Sarah – one of her most recent office shenanigans was when she went to use the restroom in her office building located Downtown Denver, looked down at the floor towards her left and noticed the person occupying the adjoining stall was wearing very large men shoes! When you ask her "how" and "why", she claims not to have noticed the funny looking things called “urinals” when she walked in.

Children naturally begin to mimic their parents’` actions. An adopted child with a close relationship with his father has a better chance to “become his father” than the natural parent/child who are estranged.

Do people know who your Father is by your actions? Do you have His eyes? Is your relationship a close one whereas people will say “She has her Father’s eyes”, a past favored song of mine from Amy Grant.
Lyrics:
I may not be every mother's dream for her little girl,
And my face may not grace the mind of everyone in the world.
But that's all right, as long as I can have one wish I pray:
When people look inside my life, I want to hear them say,
She's got her Father's eyes,

Eyes that find the good in things,
When good is not around;
Eyes that find the source of help,
When help just can't be found;
Eyes full of compassion,
Seeing every pain;
Knowing what you're going through
And feeling it the same.
Just like my Father's eyes.
Am I spending enough time with my Father that others might say, “She’s got her Father’s eyes, that her actions mimic His”? Or do I need to spend more time with Him, gazing into His face, getting to know His compassion, His love for others and reflecting that love from His eyes through mine to my family and others.

 "The Father has loved us so much that we are called children of God. And we really are His children."
 1 John 3:1