I See Myself in Her

I snapped this photo of Figgy before she ran for the NYC bus this morning.

I see myself in Fig as she starts her Montclair High School Senior Option, working four days a week for four weeks in NYC in a field that interests her. She has her eye on fashion design, and is interning with a jewelry designer. [Here is the link: http://www.rachelbrownjewelry.portfoliobox.net/.]

I see myself not in her physical looks [though we both have blue eyes, mine from my Irish grandfather, Jim], but in this morning's accessories--the pink necklace carefully paired with the pink rose earrings, the skinny belt, the two-tone ballet flats, pink and black. I see myself in the earnestness, the love of New York City and its ripple of energy and style--and the fierce loyalty to her friends. I see her father in her hard work, her creativity, her belief that she can do anything, in or outside the box. I see him in her can-do spirit.

I don't see myself in the purple hair or the torn, faded blue denim jacket that was H.'s as a teen. I don't see myself in the occasional deeply felt troubles--but that doesn't mean I'm not there. More and more, I see myself in the lovely young lady I am honored to call my daughter.

TCOY

1. Important reading. 
2. Day 4 since I hit rock bottom and haven't gone back.
3. Boot camp in the park.
4. Walked Sug around block.
5. Weeded and am going to plant flower seeds with Fig later.
6. Healthy lunch [salad bar].
7. Salon blow-out.
8. Used a delay tactic to put off chocolate milkshake. Don't always require instant gratification.