Gemme, what a lovely thread. Thank you.
I think I am a lovely amalgam of both my parents. And now that they are both gone I love seeing them in me, more and more every year. (This was not so much the case in my twenties, LOL.)
Those that have met me in person know that I work a room, I am a flirt, I love to compliment, and can be a bit mischievous. This is ALLLLLL my father. The letch, and I say that with love.
Then there's the side of me that likes to be alone and in my head. That doesn't have many very close friends. That doesn't really know/bond with my neighbors. Kinda the recluse. This is completely my mother.
Even my spirituality is picking-and-choosing of my father's agnostic/druid/AA to my mother's devote Roman Catholicism.
My son looks like me, I look like my mother, and she looks like her mother. We could never deny one another. And I know exactly how I will look as I age, and I am good with that. But I have my father's hazel eyes and the ability to *twinkle*. My poor son inherited my Dad's ears. It's why you'll probably never see The Boy with short hair.
I have~~~
My mother's hands.
My father's wanderlust.
My father's voracious sexual appetite.
My mother's love of shopping.
My mother's quiet confidence in herself and her self worth. (My mother roared when women had NO voice.)
My father's addiction prone personality.
Both parent's temper/anger/rage.
My mother's Spanish and her voice so I've been told.
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