I am my mother’s child:

• We have the same recurring hair in that space between our chin and neck that we must pluck (though hers is grey)
• When we’re cross, we give the same look
• We have the same chin area
• We are boisterous, impulsive and playful
• We both not-so-secretly believe that there is only one way to do things

I am my father’s child:

• I have his nose, and his eyebrows
• We both wear glasses (though he is far-sighted while I’m near-sighted)
• We like to keep our paperwork…until it threatens to drown us
• We are big readers
• We like to do research

I hope I inherit my mother’s ability to be hospitable like none other, her self-sacrificing nature and her unending stores of energy. I hope I can one day boast that I am as willing as my dad is to see the good in people, to be so confident in who I am that I can hear people saying things that are lies about me and quietly defend myself, once, then walk away. I hope I can one day be as wise as he is.

It is my dad’s 60th birthday today, and we’re throwing a casual, open-house type bash for him, at my parents’ place, in one short week. The invitations went out yesterday, by email, and because of the love that so many people have for my parents, I know it will be rousing success. In fact, I may need a day off to recuperate from it. Happy Birthday to my dad, who would be horrified to learn that I have yet again posted something about him on my blog.

Christmas 2009

Filed under: Family, Introspective by jummy