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Like Mother Like Daughter

I was watching Darcie earlier, that’s nothing new, but what I was watching her doing was new. She was lying on her tummy pulling everything out of her changing bag, one thing at a time and carelessly chucking it all around the room. In that moment I saw a complete reflection of myself within her. I’m naturally such a messy person, I was always that child that people were surprised to see the floor in my room. I’ve got better with age, particularly since living with Dan who has borderline OCD, but at heart I will always be a bit chaotic and I love seeing that in Darcie. It’s a blatant reminder that she is mine, she is half of me, and I love seeing which bits of me she has been (un)fortunate enough to inherit. Continue reading “Like Mother Like Daughter”