Cody
Williams
My Views
In My Daughter’s Eyes
“In my daughters eyes I can see the future,” and the past.
I’m often stopped when out with my daughter by people who tell me that she has my eyes. This connects the two of us in a special way. You see, my little girl has dark beautifully mesmerizing eyes. Throughout my life, people have commented on how “pretty” my eyes are/were. As a young black boy growing up in sometimes rough environments I didn’t always take that as a compliment. It made me feel less masculine than I should be, so it was hard for me to at times appreciate what others saw in my eyes. “You have your mothers eyes,” people would say to me, a little boy who would have much rather have had his father’s hair, smile or walk, anything, but not something so noticeable as ‘mama’s eyes,’ those windows to my soul, my heart, my innermost thoughts and feelings.
Now I look at my daughter, Beau Elise (Her name translates into Beautiful God’s Gift), I don’t mind at all being the genetic bridge that carried those soul’s portals from my family’s past: my mother; into our future; my daughter.
Beau’s eyes are big and bright and dark and expressive. When I look at them they draw me into her heart and connect me in love to her in ways that I can’t be connected to anyone else, no matter how much I love them. You see, each and every time in my life that someone commented on her daddy’s eyes, they were unknowingly creating a bond between us that assures me that she is truly a beautiful gift from god.
Her eyes are my eyes. I love her, and I now I love so much those pretty eyes, our family’s future, and our past.
(c) copyright 2004 Cody Williams
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