For this week’s Crazy Hip Blog Mamas carnival writing prompt, the question is: “What parts yourself do you hope that your child gets from you?“.
Whoa. That’s a full question…
I suspect the list is longer of things I don’t want her to get from me; Mr.Q and I [how good am I at picking a mate?!] manage to compliment each other in most things. I have bad eyes, he doesn’t. I’m allergic to latex and strong scents, he’s allergic to everything else. I have bad knees, he has a bad elbow. He has cavities, I had braces.
So, the Magpie, in theory has the chance to turn out perfect. Yep, perfect. If all of our combined faults manage to cancel each other out. If not – if all our faults are dominant traits – well, she’s screwed.
So, what would I like her to get from me?
- Strong teeth, and no wisdom teeth.
- Left handedness [‘cuz we’re taking over the world, baby!]
- Tenacity. Some people have been known to refer to this as irrational stubbornness. But I choose to tenaciously ignore them.
- Nice hands. Mine are now going to pot with incessant hand washing, but they used to be quite nice, if I do say so.
- The desire to try. New things. Anything [almost anything]. As with
stubbornnesstenacity, this isn’t always a good thing [you should see my resume] but it’s the only way to live.
There are so many other things I want for her, but they are to be her own. Should she grow up to love her life, then it is all good.
Loving her life as a toothy, left-handed,
stubborn tenacious, fine appendaged, open minded woman, that is.