Genes

It might have been easier to write about levis, but here it goes.

Sometimes I see mothers with their babies sporting the same face…or a dad and his son who walk alike, long legs, just in two different sizes.

It’s interesting what we inherit, even from the parent we didn’t like so much.

My father suffered from alcoholism, like his father, as we now know, is a passed down disease.

It’s the reason when I find myself drinking more than I should, stop, knowing I too have it coasting through my veins.

I’m asked often, how can you just quit like that?

Strength and resolve I get from that parent I didn’t like so much, my mother.

It was her greatest trait, to keep going no matter what, rising every day at 5 to water her plants and feed the birds she claimed waited for her on the clothesline.

I also get up, regardless of what’s going on in my life, moving forward…unstoppable, the captain of my own ship.

I also got the best of them physically…my mother’s slim build, but dad’s coveted bone structure and curly hair.  My mother had a nose like a hawk, I gratefully didn’t get, but her legs, that were her best feature, she liked to say, were another inheritance gracing my gene pool.

I have my father’s big heart, but my mother’s ability to mend the many times it’s been broken.

A little more epoxy please, as I find myself sharing breakfast in the park, with a few birds.

SB

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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25 Responses to Genes

  1. Elle Knowles says:

    Never forget where you came from. There’s a little good in everyone and you’ve inherited the best. Wonderful thoughts Susannah! ~Elle

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  2. Soul Gifts says:

    Bless them all – our parents – for the legacy they leave us in so many ways. And the rich learning from what we perceive to be their mistakes.

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  3. micklively says:

    It’s a complex and interesting subject, the whole gamut of heredity. How much effect would thinking you had a gene which you didn’t have? Nature versus nurture: there’s no easy answer. There’s lots of interesting work on mitochondrial DNA that you might like to look at. It’s always passed on from the mother; no (as far as we know) interference from the male side and those nasty sperm things. Opens a whole new bag of worms!

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  4. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, I recently returned from visiting with my father (almost 90 and going strong) at his winter home down in Florida. I just loved it when everyone said how it didn’t take a genius to figure out that I was his daughter. All of us girls got his tall slim build. On the other hand I also got his big English horse teeth!

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  5. My dad had the genes of an Ox as far as his health was concerned. Nothing brought this man down except his ego, which thank goodness I did not get. I did get the mad survival skills of my mother, along with her perseverance. I would LOVE to have her olive skin, however that went to 2 other siblings who couldn’t find their way out of a paper bag if they were lost. Give and take. (But that skin!!!!)

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  6. It’s funny which genes you get. Some you want and some you wish you had. I am eternally grateful I have my Dad’s thin build but he was hairy. Would have liked my mother’s hairless legs and arms but her build was more stocky. Both had chestnut hair but one brother and I came out blondish while the other brother came out with even darker chestnut hair than they had. Personalities are all over the place with none of the three of us alike. Rogues genes from ancestors past peaking through.

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