We’re discussing hereditary characteristics that we have inherited this week. I have my father’s chin dimple (that’s what my mother calls it) and his dark hair, my mother’s green eyes. I’ve never really felt like I looked much like either of my parents. My dad is a little bit darker in tone allowing him to tan and not burn. I ended up with a complexion more like my mother, I burn then freckle. My kids used to think that I was tan all time like my brother who works outside until I pointed out that if they look at the inside of my arms I’m pale as Snow White. I’m simply covered in freckles. I suppose I get that from my mother’s side of the family (from Ireland and Scotland). I get my lack of height from my mother who is only a few inches taller than I am (I’m 5ft.2in).
My grandma June and Uncle Steve could paint the most wonderful paintings. My dad is quite talented in leather work. My mom finally revealed her skill at drawing, she is illustrating my next children’s book. Both my boys have the artistic gene but I do not. I wish I could express myself the way my family can. I love watching Bob Ross paint and often find myself dreaming of what it would be like to be able to recreate what he puts on canvas but when I try it looks like a four year old was playing with paint.However, I write. My grandmother wrote, my sister writes, my dad used to write songs, So I suppose that is something that I gained from my family.
My mother gets a look. This look can clear a room full of the toughest soldiers. I remember when I was in middle school my brother did something to get on my nerves. The next thing I know he’s telling on me for giving him the look. I insisted that I wasn’t doing anything. I was just looking at him. To which my mom told me that I too, shoot daggers out of my eyes, even without meaning to. There are people who thin I’m always angry because I simply get that look in my eyes.
There was one trait that I always wanted. Growing up I hated my dark hair. So many of my cousins had prettier hair, at least that is what I thought at the time. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t have blonde or red hair. I had decided early on that I wouldn’t look right as a blonde so I decided that I should have been born a redhead. After all I had the freckles! I know this is something that I can change by going to the salon but honestly I worry that I would end up with bright red Bozo hair. My nephew keeps asking me to color my hair so that I match him. Maybe some day I might. Now that I’m older I tend to like my darker hair, though some days I still long to go red.
Truly though I guess I did get a little bit of something from everyone. What characteristics do you wish you had gotten?