No

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Last week I watched V stand in the living room, shake his hand at the dog and shout (actually shout!) “Da! Daaaaaa! DAAAAA!!!” at him. The first time it was funny, as was the second time actually. Quite funny too. The third time he did it, I realized it was a little familiar.

Familiar as in it was something I did all the time.

“Chewie. No. CHEWIE!. NO!” I shout. All the time. And then, when that doesn’t work, I say in my most calm of voices “Chewie. No, buddy. GET. DOWN” (Please visualize  him frantically barking and jumping back and forth on top of my arm-chair near the window, freaking out at everyone and their dog (literally) who walks by. Or walks near. Or near-ish.

Pain. In. My. Ass.

Apparently I shout at him a lot. AND shake my finger, just like V was showing me. I do it often enough that V is now an expert at it as well. And I am not sure that I like the image that is being displayed.

So that made me think about things. About how much we pick up from our parents, what kind of lessons we learn as children that shape our world today. It really made me examine my own actions… and then look at my personality and see if I could see my parents actions reflected in that.

It was very insightful. I saw interesting reflections of both parents in my temperament and actions. I’ll just keep those thoughts to myself for now.

How much of this is genetic and how much of it is learned actions? I swear I feel some of my beloved Gran in me, especially these last few weeks when I am rather a lot ‘flighty’. More so than usual. Yikes! There might be more Gran in me than I thought! Not that that is a bad thing. I just wish it was accompanied with a bigger chest and more glamour. Like Gran.

I digress…

Oh, how I am like my mother. Might as well just have cloned her. And then made me. But added more sarcasm, made her slightly more high-maintenance (here, M would chime in with ‘a lot’) and added about 40% of Father Gilbert. And then you have me.

Higher on the maintenance level than I would like to think I am (I think I am pretty low… M disagrees A LOT), cleanliness obsessed, no patience for crap, bullsh*t or any of that crap, hard to know. Mostly because am not interested in knowing you that much. Unless you show interest in knowing me. Then I am interested. And that is because of the shyness and poor self-confidence issues.

Oh internet, how you bear and handle my confidences…. You are like the ultimate secret diary.

V is on the path to becoming an interesting combination of M and I.

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3 responses to “No

  1. Tams

    I like this one J, and I am so glad you showed an interest in getting to know me those many years ago…even if the first impression wasn’t so favourable!!
    lol
    I agree 100% about the weird traits we exhibit from our parents…mine is all in washing the dishes, mildly OCD about the placement in the dish rack, not a big deal right?! oh and my answering machine message. My cousin called one night and said I sounded just like Uncle B, my dad….how weird is that?!
    I sure did enjoy this read 🙂
    love ya and miss ya
    t

  2. Atlantic~mama

    Oh my god, I still remember that! Lol!! So funny… and look where we are now…
    It IS interesting though, isn’t it?! And watching V was quite interesting as well. I think I laugh the same way as my Dad. And might as well be my mum. Maybe you need to change your message on your answering machine?! Lol!

  3. Jenna

    This is so true! As V gets older, you will really start watching everything you say and do. Myles has picked up some not too thrilling things from both his daddy and me already. They are sponges, especially once they hit about 2.5!!!

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