How on earth do children end up so different from us parents? Of my four kids, one seems sorta like me emotionally and physically. The others are aliens, I think.
My kids have confidence, charisma, and are darn cute...handsome/pretty even. As a child, I was shy and awkward, with mouse brown hair and was way too skinny. Really, as an adult I am the same, except now I am a bit too plump.
Thankfully, though, I finally have confidence. It took a number of years, but now I feel just fine in my skin...I just don't seem to be able to be taken very seriously when in a group. I tend to say odd things...and then I just naturally turn to odd humor, usually with an English-type of twist.
So, anyways, I am grateful for my alien children. And, of course, the one sort of like me. They seem OK. And I seem OK.
All is well. :)
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