As all my regular readers know, I have three children. Some of you would know this because you seen references to them in this blog. Most of you would know this because you are my parents.
My three children look ridiculously alike. The older two look like the male and female version of the same person, whereas the Toddler looks like both of them. When my husband and I realised we were incapable of producing any more combinations, we decided to stop having kids.
However, despite their peas-in-a-pod appearance, my children have completely different personalities. My son is intense, obsessive and extremely bright, my daughter is dreamy, laid back and cheery, and the Toddler is mad as a cut snake (to use the correct psychological term). Out of the three of them, my daughter is the easiest to be with, being thoughtful, caring, kind, generous, flexible and even tempered. In other words, in our family, she is an alien from outer space.
Of course, I'm sure my daughter is not really a space alien. In another family, she would probably fit in just fine; after all, there must be many other human beings who are even tempered and flexible. I just am not related to any of them. Neither is my husband.
In our family, our daughter is a complete standout. Never, in the long line of our family history, going back through the generations on both my and my husband's side, has there even been such a relaxed and happy child. In our family, people are highly strung. We get depressed and anxious. We worry a lot. We do not go around smiling and humming to ourselves whilst offering to share our toys. It is just not normal.
The weird thing, though, is that I don't take any credit for my daughter's personality. I take half responsibility for my son's (the other half is his father's) and total responsibility for the Toddler's (I mean, if there's anyone who can relate to the desire to dance wildly to songs in one's head wearing nothing but socks on one's hands, I can assure you it is me.) But with my daughter, I feel like I've just got lucky. Somehow, I was given more than my genes could reasonably be expected to create.
So what about you? Do you see yourself in your kids? Or do you see your parents in you?
(Speaking of which, you should meet my dad. But that's a whole other story....)