I’m like you
Monday, September 1st, 2008The worst part about family is how you can see parts of them in yourself.
My arms look like my mom’s arms. My feet look like my mom’s feet. My hands are big like my dad’s. My nose is big like my mom’s.
I have an unhealthy obsession with jewelry, like my grandma. Currently my house is unfinished and messy like hers too. I am not punctual, like my dad. I have a temper that bares the rage the boils inside me, like my mom.
My kids are a lot like me. Cody is insecure like me. You can tell when he talks. Madison looks just like me. (Her toes look like my sister’s funny shaped toes that I used to make fun of.)
They are like Chris too. Cody looks just like him. Madison has his long fingers. They both have his big, brown, puppy dog eyes and long lashes.
There some strange things I’ve inherited that I love though.
I am a night owl. While not very useful, I love the dark and the night.
I love the rain, trees, and clouds of the Seattle area.
I am conscious of the environment.
The moral glasses I look through are very black and white. They are few if any areas of grey.
There are so many pieces of me that come from my parents and my upbringing. I’ve been trying to sift those out of the emotional clutter. The better I know myself, I think perhaps the better I can raise my littles to be the people I think they should be.
