Here's a little something I'm working on to share with my ninth graders. Can you guess who we've been reading and trying to write like? I hope the corny similes don't give it away!
My baby is just fifteen months and already he’s experienced many changes. My husband and I were firmly convinced from day one that he was the most beautiful thing either of us had ever seen. And now, when we look back at pictures, from just a year ago, we think, “Who was that funny looking creature?!” He really is so much cuter now. Really. Even if he hasn’t got much hair.
It seems that people who know me best say Cam looks like me. People who know Doug best think Cam looks like him. But some people, who know both of us fairly well, think Cam is a perfect combination of us. I have to admit that I only see Doug’s resemblance while Cam is sleeping. I suppose that will change.
Three features really stand out on Cam -his teeth, his blond hair and his brown eyes. It’s a bit of a shock all the teeth and the blonde hair. He’s a regular overachiever in the dental department. I guess that’s good. Neither Doug nor I are blonde. Doug did have blonde hair as a small child. The same is true for his sisters and my sisters. But not me, I’ve had dark hair my whole life. It’s always been this color, as brown as the night is black. So dark, in fact, it’s caused people to ask me if I ever color my hair. I’m most happy to report I’ve never had to. I’m also happy to share this fact with people who are much younger than me and have been coloring their hair for years. Haven’t had to do it yet. Although, I think I did see a grey hair or two last week.
But my baby, he’s blonde. With brown, brown eyes. Meatball eyes, I sometimes call them. Heavenly brown, like a perfect piece of milk chocolate. A brown so perfect I could stare at it forever. Even when he squints and scrunches up his nose and starts some mischief. That’s when I love it best!
His eyes are my mother’s eyes. I have them too. My nephews share the shape as does my brother. There’s a picture of my mom when she was a child, maybe five or six. She’s smiling brightly, as big a smile as any toothless kid can make. If I were to take that picture and insert Cam ’s eyes there would be no difference. A squint. A spark. Silliness.
