Self Perception
I look
like my mom, and I have for quite some time. I’ve always been happy about this
because she’s always been my role model, my hero. I haven’t always been able to see that I look
like my mom, and I haven’t always been happy with how I look, but as I look at
some old photos, I can see why people immediately said something.
In my
early adolescent years, I went to work with my mom when she was working for
doctors Hesky, Fisher, and Schaffer. (She chose Dr. Hesky to be her oncologist
because of the impression his positive attitude left on her and patients at
that time… His patients had a higher rate of recovery than others.) I loved
watching my mom at work. She was so organized and so busy taking care of this,
keeping that situation under control, and she interacted with everyone else in
a positive, supportive, and fun way. Everyone loved her, and my eyes beamed
with admiration.
I
remember following behind her, walking between a counter and a shelf lined with
medical files. Being a shy person, I avoided eye contact with my mom’s
co-workers, but I’d glance to put a face with the name. As my mom introduced me
to people, person after person said, “You look just like your mom!” and, “Even
your hair has the same colors as your mom’s!”
My mom’s response was, “Yeah, but her hair color is natural! I have to
pay for my highlights!”
Every
now and then someone tells me that when I did this or that I looked exactly
like my mom. I smile, say thank you, and wonder what I can do to look exactly
like her again. I also laugh when Addie tells me that my hair is painted
because of the one time I took her with me to Carolyn, the hairdresser my mom
introduced me to, when Addie saw me getting my hair highlighted.
Cute Hair!
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