Can You See My Fingers?

When I was a little girl, I followed my mom all over the place. She never had a moment of privacy. As a mom, I now fully understand what that means. She couldn't even go to the bathroom without me sticking my hands under the door, and asking her if she could see my fingers. I can remember doing this. I don't remember how old I was...and I am not sure I want to be told. What I do remember is my mom playing right along.

This morning as I retreated to the only place a mom can be alone, a small hand found its way under the door, and voice asked, "Mom, can you see my fingers?" I was slack-jawed. Then I laughed at how it has come full circle. There on the other side of the door was Ryan playing the very same game that I played. He would pull his hand away. "Do you see them now?" Then he would show just two fingers. "How many fingers can you see?"

My kids give me about as much privacy as I gave my mom. It's a right of passage I guess. Come to think of it, I probably had a ton more privacy when I was a kid than I do now. Whatever the case, I always marvel at how history repeats itself right in front of me.