My oldest granddaughter is just like me.
Tilleigh, a kindergartner, has my hair, wit, temperament, personality, passion, mannerisms, my occasional flare for drama and my skills at communicating. The older she gets, the more evident it becomes.
A TV program we watched recently about a mischievous child prompted the following conversation:
Me: "Do you ever get in trouble at school?"
Tilleigh: "Will I get in trouble if I tell you?"
Me: "No, because you'll be telling me the truth."
Me: "What did you do?"
Tilleigh: "You know, Mom. It's my thing. Talking."
For those who know me, talking is my thing, too. It got me into trouble when I was a child in school. As an adult at work, a co-worker and I were separated because we laughed too much.
And like me, Tilleigh loves to write. She's always penning notes about how much she loves me or how much I love her. She also pretends to be a reporter and interviews me.
On Easter Sunday, after not seeing her for four days because I had the flu, Tilleigh sat in my lap or stayed next to me the entire day. At one point, when I was having a conversation with my mother, Tilleigh handed me a note.
It read: "Your r not paen inuf atien to me."
Interpretation: "You are not paying enough attention to me."
Be still my heart.
The child is, without a doubt, mine. I like getting attention, too.
I hope that we always have this closeness and open line of communication. I want Tilleigh to feel confident that she can share her feelings with me regardless of the subject matter.
It's wildly obvious that my granddaughter and I are two of a kind, but it also makes me very aware of how important it is that I'm a good role model. I want to be someone she not only loves, but admires.
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