My mother's eyes

I leaned over the lavatory this morning getting ready to brush my teeth and I was startled to see my mother's face in the mirror.

Not really my mother, but close enough that it really did give me a start. I spent the next three minutes taking care of my teeth and wondering what it was I saw.

I don't have her red hair, or small bone structure and most people claim to see her in my sister's face. I don't, for whatever reason and I don't usually see her in mine either. Probably the closest to her is actually my middle brother.

I think it is the eyes. She had green eyes. I have hazel eyes that migrate anywhere between gray, blue and yellow, but I think that is what I saw. Something about my eyes and perhaps the intensity of the gaze certainly made me see Mom.

In general people see what they want. I have no desire to be my mother. She had many admirable qualities, but she had a few others that were the antipathy of who I want to be, so I have always been on the look out trying to avoid becoming too much of a legacy.

And yet, today, I saw my mother.