But...the the seeds are still the same
They say the apple never falls far from the tree. I always disagreed with that statement because I don’t look like most people in my family (except a few features here and there) and I have always considered myself the oddball black sheep that everyone looks at and thinks, “Did that girl come from my blood”?
I have always been the girl who never identified with my families great business skills, mathematical ability and the natural inclination to never get into any trouble. My parents are both successful business people and what everyone loves about me at my job is “my personality and smile.” My mom does my taxes and I cannot even grasp the idea of Quicken. My father is even keel and calm and I have enough energy to illuminate New York for a week. Don’t get me wrong; I happen to think I will be very successful as well. But, my strengths are nothing like my families’ strengths.
However, at certain times I have been shown some evidence that, while I may be the oddball in the family, there are some traits they did pass on to me.
So, how did I get so interested in the body?
When I walked into my grandmothers house a couple of weeks ago I was greeted by my very beautiful grandmother who then proceeded to lift up her dress.
“Look at these glutes sweetie! Can you believe how tight they are for a woman turning 70!”?
“Wow Grandma, yeah you have a great body”
“I know,” she said still holding her dress up, showing her black lacy underwear, “Come on feel them, and I don’t even have cellulite”!
And my obsession with shopping?
Text message received by Mother on the day of the Nordstrom sale:
“Hi sweetie. I am running to the Nordies sale. Do you want me to pick you up any Hanky Panky Panties? I am not going to get much, probably just the one D&B bag.”
Five Hours Later
“Hi sweetie, I got four pairs of shoes and three handbags in honor of Nala.”
I text message back: “Ummmm, I thought Dad gave you a budget”?
She writes back: “He did. But, I am emotional.”
My openness to talk about butts, boobs, and penises anywhere and everywhere?
I am standing in my parents kitchen when my dad says, “Ya know I think Boris (my pug) has a penis complex.”
“Well I feel bad for the guy, he has a small penis.”
I am sitting with my eight-year-old cousin watching a Britney Spears DVD.
“Rachel, look at that,” she says, “I can see her nipple”!
My obsession with reading?
All four walls of my parents three-car garage is lined floor to ceiling with books. I have three bookshelves in my apartment of books and four more at my parents’ house of books that would not fit here.
My love for music?
I walk into my parents house to the sounds of Creedance Cleerwater playing loudly in the background. My father is in the kitchen and I am not sure which I can hear louder…the CD or my father putting food in the microwave and singing at the top of his lungs, “Dowwwwnnnn onn the Cornerrrrrrr”
Don’t even get me started about when he sings “Lucy In the Sky With Diamonds.”
Every single time I visit my brother he hands me a stack of about 10 CDs and all he says is, “Here listen to these.”
So maybe my apple did fall far from the tree…but they at least passed on some of the flavor. Maybe I am not adopted after all.
So what traits and/or interests do you all think have been passed down to you from your family?