GIVE ME BACK MY FACE!

GIVE ME BACK MY FACE
Jacqueline Becker

I have come to the conclusion that there is a narcissist inside each and every one of us. My granddaughter— well, she looks like me. Even though she has her dad’s nose and his mother’s round face, she looks like me. Even though she is built a little chunky and she has sturdy legs and feet, and I have thin legs and high arches, she looks like me. She does not have my blue eyes. But she has my hair. Her hair is curly and wavy. It has a wildness to it. It needs work. But after a bit of detangler and after someone runs a comb through it, and after someone twists a little piece and puts a ribbon in, she is striking.
She has my look, my expressions, my feistiness. She is charming and likes to laugh. She likes to make others laugh. She is engaging and she can hold a conversation.
I had plucked a wild chin hair and it left a mark. June noticed it when I was changing her diaper.
“What’s that boo-boo?” she asked with sweet compassion. She reached up and gently pulled my face down and said:
“I want to kiss that boo-boo.” And she did.
Then she squirmed off the bed with an intent look on her face. She has something to do and somewhere she has to be. She is two and a half.
Dare to cross her, and she will give you a piece of her mind. On occasion, she is known to scream:
“Get out of here! I didn’t ask for YOU!”
I cannot help it.
“Give me back my face,” I say mildly amused. She laughs and pretends to rip her face off and put it on my head.
“Give me back my hair,” I continue in awe that my looks and possibly my personality skipped a generation. She is undeniably a part of me. She pretends to pull her hair out and puts it on me. But in a split second she takes back both her face and her hair.
I look at her and I see a little me. And I can’t help but be a little narcissistic and ever so proud!

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COUNTING DOWN TO A HOPEFULLY HAPPY AND HEALTHY NEW YEAR!

I feel blessed – not because I have no health issues, not because I feel confident about our future or the planet’s future but because…

I HAVE an addiction.  I am back to making arts and crafts.  And I cannot stop.  I write.  I am making collages again.  I am drawing and designing again.  I am knitting a little again.  You can take the girl away from the arts but you cannot take the arts away from the girl!

I figure it helps to distract me from the aging process which we all know is not fun but it is better than the alternative.

TO-DATE OVER 100 OF MY BOOKS ARE OUT THERE IN THE WORLD

I was raised to believe that all of human intelligence can be found on the shelves of our libraries.  I have been told that my book RAGING AGAINST AGING is a mix of wisdom and wit.  Anyone of the over 100 readers, please consider donating a copy to YOUR library.  And remember, I donate a portion of proceedings to Memorial Sloan Kettering for cancer research for the sake of my children and grandchildren.

My Book is in my library under new authors “B” for Becker

My mother would say:  “Your father would be so proud.”  My husband is proud.  My grandson is proud.  I am proud.  My daughter is proud.

I grew up believing that a book was the ultimate achievement.  Mine took a lifetime to write.  Mine is about becoming the author of my life.

Legacy | Define Legacy at Dictionary.com www.dictionary.com/browse/legacy a gift of property, especially personal property, as money, by will; a bequest. 2. anything handed down from the past, as from an ancestor or predecessor: the legacy of ancient Rome.

Rabbi Elkodsi, of the Malverne Jewish Center, wanted to segue into the topic of Leaving a Legacy.  She got me.  I realized where I am and where I am going and I WAS DESPERATE TO LEAVE A LEGACY.   If my book is about one thing – it is about my journey to find a legacy to leave.

Legacy USUALLY means money.  All the hospitals, all the synagogues and churches, all the summer camps, all the charitable organizations are all hoping I am in a position to leave them a legacy.

But what is a middle class mom supposed to do when there is not enough wealth accumulated to leave a legacy?

I wrote a book and am 6 chapters into my second.  My girlfriend has knitted and socked away enough baby blankets to leave for the great-grandchildren she will never see.

What if you are single? Never had children? or will never have grandchildren?  Well, I would say: “What did you enjoy most of all, in your life?”  Was it food? Leave recipes.  Was it skiing? Leave a scholarship.  Was it swimming? Send someone to summer camp.  Was it sitting in the park?  Leave a bench!

YOUR PASSION is the answer.  If you enjoy(ed) traveling, leave your cleaning lady a trip.   Make your passion become your legacy.  Make your legacy become your purpose and your purpose become your project.  Just trying to get it done will keep you busy.  Getting it done will make you proud.  Sharing your project with the world will make you less lonely.   And your life will find its meaning, so aging will be bittersweet, not just bitter.

I want to hear your thoughts.

I AM OFFICIAL!

I just joined the National Society of Newspaper Columnists at the behest of a syndicated columnist who started reading my book.  I am officially a writer, in case you doubted it for one minute!

I know it is hard to believe that I was a selective mute in grade school but baby, look at me now!