Shortly after Gabriella was born, I started getting the same comments from all those I pointed my new baby at: "She looks just like Spiral". I could never see it. She didn't look like either one of us to me. She just looked like my baby.
The funny thing I found in these conversations was not the words, but the expressions I got as they spoke the words. Whether Spiral was standing at my side at the time or not, I always got one of two looks.
One look was a look of "Did you know this?" Well, after hearing these words from every person who ever laid eyes on the three of us, yes, I had a bit of a clue that perhaps she looks like he.
The other look was almost a look of asking permission. As if they were saying "Is it okay I say this?", or "I'm sorry I can't say she looks like you".
To those people I would say, yes, it is just peachy with me if you think she looks like my husband. After all, he is the typical "tall, dark, and handsome", while I am much more plain. I happen to think my dear hubby is rather gorgeous, and seeing him in my daughter warms the cockles of my heart. And please, don't feel sorry for me about it! I'm confident she will get my superior intelligence, witty sense of humor, and charming charisma. (Ignore the man snickering in the background.)
Then my Little Man was born. (Have you ever noticed how often I lay claim to these children, calling them mine? This is due to my very strong opinion that once you carry a human around inside your body for 9 months and then you push it out of your vagina, it belongs to you. Forever.) Little Man looks different to me, and I had finally decided that even though I didn't see it, he must look like me.
Guess again, Christine. According to the rest of the world population, Little Man is a male clone of Gabriella, and looks like his daddy. Again, I'm not complaining. I just thought I had it figured out. It turns out I don't know what I or my husband looks like, because I can't recognize either one of us in our kids.
And then, if my kids looked like me, I may not get these commical looks from people when they tell me who they look like. A mommy has so little to laugh at some days.
(Author's note: This post didn't end up where I wanted it to. I really wanted it to be more about the funny gazes people cast on me during these conversations, and not about who my kids look like. I guess that's why I'm just a college journalism has-been and not a published writer! Anyway, perhaps I'll work on it in the future, but for now I'm posting it and going to bed. Seven a.m. comes mighty early.)
Yes. I always find it amazing that my husband's family insist my daughter is the 'spitting image' of my mother in law. (With boundless MIL baby photos to 'prove it!')and my family insist that she is the 'spitting image' of either my maternal grandmother or my father depending on what day of the week it is, (with relevant baby photos to 'prove it') Why she can’t just be herself I don’t know!
By 
purpleelephant, at
1:39 AM
Funny, we get the same thing. Except people never look apologetic, and they always say my son looks JUST LIKE N!! N is the step-dad.... oops! And I can never tell who looks like who, though my boy's baby pictures look eerily similar to mine, bald head and all! Does that mean I look like N?? This is a mess!
By seeingdouble, at
3:06 AM
It's certainly odd how other people see our children. Like 'seeingdouble' I have the situation where people think my youngest son is SO like the MOTH. Only, the MOTH is his stepdad. And my eldest son apparently looks like me, only I can't see it at all...
Princess looks like me in the face, but her coloring is so not me. So I get half responses of "oh she looks just like you" and half that say "she doesn't look anything like you", so I guess that means she looks like herself :-)
By Crazy Single Mom, at
11:26 AM
just strolled in off blog explosion. Love the site. blogrolled you too...
its funny how those genetics work huh? my daughter has soo much of her father in her its crazy, and like, ziltch of me. lol! but its great
By killthesmiley, at
12:55 PM
Our daughter is a mirror-image of me, one of our sons is a mirror-image of my husband, our other son...well...he doesn't look like anybody, but he's perfect all the same. :)
To most people it seems obvious who they look like, but for some reason it really seems to irk me when people say she looks like my husband or that our son that looks like my husband looks like me. I know that's so silly, but it confuses me I guess when people don't see what we see.
As for your 'Author's Note,' I understand where you're coming from. Sometimes I think the entries I write in my head while lying in bed at night are way better then what I actually type in. It never seems to come out right once I've posted it. I'll write something that is obviously tongue-in-cheek to me, but then I'll get a comment where someone thinks I was serious...then I panic! haha!
On a side-note, for some reason I have problems when trying to comment on your site. The system runs slow or something... :(
I hate my genetics, but im too scared to go under the knife, i've got my mothers nose and facial features, and my father's forehead, and my father's height, he is 6'5 and i am 5'9 and i definantly didn't get my tallness from my mother cuz she is 5'3. Anyways ive got my fathers temper just added with estrogen. hehe dont mess with me on a bad day, u are liable to get kicked in the balls guys. haha, but ive got my mother's maturnal instincts and my mother's flat straight hair. I guess im happy with the way I look, except if i could , i think i would chop off my big butt . (wishes to god) lol well we all have our differences, and i guess that's wut make each individual different. Long story short, i just hope my kids look like both of me and my husband. Of course i gotta get out of high school and college first, (shit when is that gonna be?) (curses vulgar language) muahahah well i just love ur blog , keep up the good writing, oh and i just finished my narritive, 20 and half pages, im proud of it, i think im gonna continue it and maybe write a book, it all depends on whether i can come up with new things. well ta ta for now, take care, bye
By Rebecca Seiler, at
9:10 PM
It is amazing how different people see different characteristics in children. I have never been able to see myself in my children, they just look like themselves to me -- but oddly enough, I am convinced that my granddaughter looks just like me. (Poor kid!)
Misti
As Jack Grows
By 
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9:38 AM
