I've spent just shy of fourteen YEARS looking at my three Heathens and seeing the Asst. Zookeeper in them as clear as day. Heathen #1 not only looks like him, but he shares the same passion for the outdoors. Heathen #2 shares his passion of music and theatre, as well as having the same bone structure and build. Heathen #3 looks more like him than the other two (if possible) and shares the same social outgoing nature that allows him to make friends without any effort.
While it bothers some mothers to not find themselves in their children, it has never bothered me. When I can see their father in them, it reminds me of his qualities that drew me to him in the first place. They are all qualities that I'm glad my children share.
And enough of the mushy stuff! I finely caught a photo of one of my Heathens that proves he shares my DNA.
In my family, my mother always started a lot of sentences with, "I need someone to..." This was always followed by a chorus of, "Not It!" from my siblings and I. When we were little, it many times devolved into a yelling match over who did it last time, whose turn it was this time, and how it was never fair!
As we "matured" (and I use that term VERY lightly), the "Not It!" evolved into this:
The last person to put their finger on their nose was "It" and had to do whatever my mother had asked. Even as adults, we continue to do this at her house when we are all home.
I don't even remember what I was asking for someone to do last weekend while we were outside. But I started the sentence just like my mother, "I need someone to..." I didn't hear any response from the Heathens and assumed that none of them had heard me since they were playing outside.
And then I turned around to find Heathen #1 looking at me with a very smug little smirk on his face. And his finger was on his nose... I was so proud!
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| He really IS my child! |
