Every day this little girl looks a little bit more like me and acts a little bit more like her dad. It got me thinking about how I am like my parents.
My parents are such different people that o often feel at odds with my inner self.
When I am like my mother I am quiet, listening, smiling and enjoying my loved ones around me. I dislike candidly vulgar humor, I laugh loudly at really good jokes and I roll my eyes at bad jokes.
When I am like my father I am opinionated, bold and love to make others laugh. I tell brave stories and say the wrong thing loudly without I’ll intentions. People are naturally attracted to telling me their stories.
So far baby girl has my smile, her father’s eyes, his awkward cowlick, my eyebrows, his ears, his sleepiness, my lashes. I’m excited to watch how her personality develops into each of us.