Who Wore it Better?

I was at my dad's one time during my pregnancy and I found an old baby shirt I'd kept for years and years in my closet. I showed my husband and I said, "If we're having a girl she can wear this!!! It'll be so special."

He thought it was the ugliest shirt ever with a creepy bear on it. Later, after I looked a little closer, the bear really was kind of creepy.

Well, we were having a girl, and I was prepared to let the shirt go and just throw it out until we found pictures of me wearing it as a baby at my dad's house.

I win at baby hair hands down.

Why of everything "baby," this is the only thing I had to save...I have no idea. But there was no way we could simply throw the shirt out now without getting some pictures of Sasha wearing it.

I didn't try especially hard, but I had bought her some pink fleece pants, and she had a few long sleeve onesies in the blue spectrum I could put underneath the shirt to recreate this photo as close as possible without driving myself insane over details.

The shirt is size 6-9 months. I'm assuming we're about the same age in both photos if not close enough.

As a mother, it often crosses my mind that I won't be one of those women who gets to take maternal family line photos with grandmothers/mothers/daughters/granddaughters/great-granddaughters. I won't be one of those women who gets to watch my mother play with my daughter. I won't be one of those women who gets to share the experience of being a mother with my own mother. But I do get to show my daughter these pictures years later when she's older and can understand.

And maybe, if I'm lucky, she won't think the yellow shirt is so ugly.