But I Smile Anyway…

It’s funny what you end up with, in life. A lot of your characteristics and personality are down to genes, (not jeans, which my Lil Man says he didn’t get from India, he bought from Asda! 😂)

I look at myself and see the physical characteristics that were handed down to me from my parents. 

My curly hair from Pops, which I lamented as a youngster, but which I love and wouldn’t change now.

My dark body hair… Also from my dad… Wish I’d got mums, she has hardly any!

But apparently I look a lot like her, and it is increasing with age.

People comment on my personality and say I’m like Pops with my dancing, and like my mum with my temperament.

I see the similarities between my Hubby Dearest and his parents too.

Then it makes me think what we have passed down to our own kids,

Lil Man looks a lot like his dad, but has my eyes. He is sporty like his dad, but loves to read like me. He is an early riser, and eats most foods, like me (though as a kid, I was a nightmare to feed!) 

Lil Princess has my curly hair, some day she looks a lot like me as a young girl, but also my mother in law! She is a nightmare to feed (like me as a youngster, and her daddy now!) and like her daddy she is not a morning person..she needs 10 minutes to “stretch” and, when performing her morning ablutions she can’t be rushed, just like her dad!

 This morning we were running late ( in fact she is making me so late I am able to write this post!) and I asked her to hurry up… The reply I got was the title of this post, “Can’t you just let me poop?!” 

I gave up hurrying her along and quietly came downstairs to my cup of tea and ipad!