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This week, I’m choosing Prompt 3: What does your child do that reminds you most of yourself? How does it make you feel?
Dear Little One,
Remember how I told you that Daddy and I made you? (Though I need to point out that I did 95% of the heavy lifting on the whole “making” of you.) Seeing you grow up, it is easy to see where the little bits of Daddy and me (and even your grandparents) are coming out in you … though a lot of you is purely, uniquely you. Here’s some of what I’ve seen so far.
- You’ve got Grandpa Andy’s hairline … you had it from day 1 and it freaked all of us out a little bit. He died right before you were born, but his hairline lives on in you.
- You’ve got my moles … so be sure to check them to be on the safe side. But it is purely, cutely, uniquely you that you have matching moles on both your knees.
- You’ve got the makings of Grandpa Bill’s eyebrows .. I can tell that already. Sorry about that! If it makes you feel better, I got them too. The good news is that they work better on a boy than a girl.
- You’ve got Daddy’s math skills. Let’s all be glad for that! I’m pretty sure you’ll surpass me in math in about 2.5 years (maybe even sooner).
- You’ve got Daddy’s face from when he was a boy. It is uncanny really. When Grandma Rose showed us a photo of Daddy right after he was born, it could have been a photo taken of you. It will be interesting to see how much of this “twinness” you retain as you grow up.
- You’ve got my nose (but in a much more pleasing form).
- You’ve got Daddy’s stubbornness. I think you guys are really going to start butting heads in a few years, and I think you’re going to give Daddy a run for his money. I’m really going to enjoy sitting back and watching those fireworks!
- You’ve got my curious mind and love of learning. You want to know everything about everything and look forward to school, just like I always did. It cracked me up when you came home from kindergarten a few weeks ago all angry because you didn’t learn anything new that day. I love that about you, and I’m doing my best to keep up with you. And I still don’t have answers for you on how many people have been alive and exactly where God lives or how the first person came alive. I’m working on it though.
- You’ve got my poof and cowlick. I’m so so so sorry … you’ll hate it for the rest of your life. (Trust me … I know!)
- You’ve got Daddy’s ability to tan instead of burn. Be very happy about that. It isn’t a gift I share, and I’m very very jealous.
- You’ve got Grandma Gerri’s lack of smell. That is just weird but it seems to be true. If you didn’t smell that poop you produced the other night, you really can’t smell. That was lethal!
- You’ve got Daddy’s tooting ability. I swear that I cannot tell the difference between your toots and Daddy’s toots in force, power and smell. For a little boy to toot like his father at such a young age, it must be a special (albeit dubious) talent.
- You’ve got Daddy’s early rising gene. This is what has caused and will continue to cause the greatest problems between you and I. When are you going to start sleeping in like a normal person!!!???? Just sleep until 8:00 a.m. in the summer .,. that is all I’m asking for!
- You’ve got my tendency to stand back and observe when you’re in a new situation and with new people. I do the exact same thing. Some people might view it as being snobby, but I know it is just shyness. (And I also know that once you are comfortable, you’ll be the loudest one in the room.)
- You’ve got my keenly developed sense of right and wrong. That makes me proud, but you’ve got to be careful not to turn into a tattletale. That won’t help you out in the long run.
Seeing you grow up has been such an amazing journey so far, and I know I’ll continue to see more of Daddy and me coming out in you as you grow up. But I also see so many parts of you that don’t come from either one of us. For example, you seem to be able to carry a tune. That is unprecedented in our little family. You also seem to have really good eyesight … let’s hope that sticks! And for some reason, you seem to have a hoarder gene in there somewhere. This is hard for Daddy and me as we’re both purgers, but we’re trying to deal with your need to save every single little thing forever. (By the way, don’t look too deep in the trash can … some of your “treasures” are in there. Oops!)
You’re a great little kid who gives me joy every day (as well as a headache). I know you will end up being a lovely little combination of me, Daddy and yourself … and I can’t wait to see how it all ends up!