She Gets It From Me

This morning Sophie rejected three perfectly cute outfits before settling on this sparkly unicorn shirt and tulle skirt combo for her first day of pre-K. The discarded options? Too “babyish,” too “boring,” and apparently one made her look “not fancy enough.” She’s four.

She Gets It From Me

Watching her stand in front of the mirror, hands on her hips, evaluating each look with the seriousness of a fashion editor, I had a moment of recognition that was equal parts pride and terror. This is my daughter. This is me at four, at fourteen, at twenty-four. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and sometimes that tree is a little extra.

Marcus just shook his head and muttered something about “two of them” while making coffee. But when Sophie finally emerged in her chosen outfit, striking a pose and declaring herself “perfect for school,” even he had to admit she looked pretty confident. She gets that from me too, and I’m not even sorry about it.