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.