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Two quick (and not too serious) responses...
1. I can only hope that I will see the day when I can walk in the mall as the mother of a grown daughter. I am 57 years of age now, so do the math. In 20 years, I will be 77. I will be so happy if I am still well and active that I won't give a darn what people will assume about what Becca is to me! Fortunately, we live a long time in our family, and keep our "marbles" for a long time too; my Dad died at 84 and my Mom at 85, so the odds are good that I'll still be around. Still, I will still count it as a blessing if I live to see my daughter married and, even, a Mom.
2. Becca "fits" my family so perfectly that it's actually hard to remember that I adopted her! The relatives listen to her chatter, for example, and remind me that my Mom used to say I was vaccinated with a phonograph needle; we are both blessed with the gift of gab. The relatives see her with her head in a book, and remind me that I was a bookworm, too. What they don't realize is that I'm really pleased that Becca didn't inherit the family allergies -- and that she is a darn sight prettier than most of us, by a long shot!
Sharon
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