Mirrored Eyes

I received Mama Kat’s Writer’s workshop prompts this week and as I read each one I immediately had a response to them all in my mind.  I knew I couldn’t miss this one though because every day I have the blessing of thinking about the response to this prompt in particular -

The most amazing blue eyes you have ever seen….

Belong to My Son

Sure, you are probably thinking about the cliche of that, or how millions of parents would say that simply because of the indescribable love you have for your own, but you see it is more than that.  I suppose you could even say it is even selfish because his eyes, are my eyes.  Literally.  Well, as literally as that can be taken while I still have two eyes of my own.  When I look into his eyes, I see what I have been looking at in a mirror for 25 years except now, it isn’t a mirror.

Whether it is because of parental bias or not, I think that my son is beautiful, pretty even.  I can say that now because at 5 months he is still too young to be embarrassed by such girly adjectives.  However, Caden is his father’s clone.  I know many of you who are closer to me as opposed to my husband are thinking, but his nose, his cheeks etc.  All Colter’s.  It has been a big debate since his birth as to who he would take after more because my husband and I have very similar coloring .  From the moment I saw his full, pouty lips seconds after his birth I knew it would be Colter.  The lips, the cheeks, the hairline all his.  But the eyes? The eyes are all mine.

It is slightly strange to stare into your own eyes.  The shade of them being precisely the shade of your own as a child and knowing that you gave those to him.  If there was one thing of mine I’m glad to of passed to him, it is my eyes.  I was the only blue eyed, blonde haired child in my family.  I was even called “the mailman’s baby” because my parents and brother had chocolate brown eyes, dark hair and even a darker tone to their skin.  My grandfather though, one of my most favorite people in the entire world had my grey blue eyes.  I suppose I should say, that I was blessed to have his eyes since technically, he claimed them first.   It was always a special thing between us and now my son, who has my grandfather’s middle name also has our eyes.

Amazing, beautiful and special.
The most amazing blue eyes I have ever seen, belong to my son.