All things disalike are alike all the same
My daughter's got the biggest smile with matching curls. My son has the innocent, wide eyes that tell you what he's feeling in his soul. Almost six years apart, but still alike in ways that are unimaginable and quite conceivable at the same time.
I mean, their love of music and all things animated is definitely something they gathered from their father. The sensitiveness. The joy of just being silly? Also their father.
From me? Maybe their stubbornness. Or, so I am told, my daughter's twinkle in her eye. I can't see as much from me as what they have gotten from their Dad. But, this is a good thing. I worry they might get the worst of me.
I mean, their love of music and all things animated is definitely something they gathered from their father. The sensitiveness. The joy of just being silly? Also their father.
From me? Maybe their stubbornness. Or, so I am told, my daughter's twinkle in her eye. I can't see as much from me as what they have gotten from their Dad. But, this is a good thing. I worry they might get the worst of me.
Labels: life, me, motherhood
