He wasn’t but a few hours old when the questions began.
“Who does he look like?”
The debate is familiar. I’ve swaddled three daughters and one son in hospital blankets and visitors have glanced into their faces and declared each time:
Just like dad.
Just like mom.
The opinions differ, this person…that person….there’s no consensus here.
So they ask me and what to say? I fail at this every time, not seeing all him, all me. Seeing only “our baby.”
That’s what we decide as a family, not so much that my son looks like dad or mom. Instead, he looks like a “King baby” and the comparisons are less with his parents and more with his sisters—his sibling counterparts with shared DNA.
I think of my own reflection and how people have told me…
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