We are the shadows of our parents scattered by the sunlight we choose to let in.
Whoever you are, Ana, I’ve become quite fond of you.
The older I get the more I see my mother’s temperament in my own personality and less of my father’s.
Honestly I’m not sure it’s not a conscious choice. Those aspects of my mother that I see in myself are tolerance, love, empathy, art, and imagination. Those are things I would want even if they did not exist in either of my parents.
At the same time I am patient where she is impatient, observant where she is not, and able to see things from various angles and predict/analyze/understand behavior where she is not.
I feel the pigheadedness of my father, his insistence that his view is the only right view, saying idiotic things because HE thinks it should be okay even though obviously it’s not okay. I feel those traits and I reject them completely.