Apples don't fall far

You know the saying, apples don't fall far from their tree. I used to not believe this so much, my children are teaching me how true it really is though. It is so amazing to me to think of how different each of my children are from each other. Yet through all their differences I see a bit of me in each of them.

Carlos for instance has that hunger for knowledge. He is always trying to think of new, different ways to do things. I complained last week about the gross discovery I made while cleaning his room, but it did bring back memories of me as a child hiding chicken bones under my bed because I thought I could reconstruct a chicken with them. You know like museums reconstruct dinosaurs. He has this soft sensitive side and is usually considering how others feel before he speaks or acts. Usually, I said, he often times flies off the handle, hmmm, reminds me of someone.

Amber. Wow. I see a lot of me in her. I also see a ton of Daddy in there too. An odd combination. Today for instance she came home from school had a snack and headed to the yard. She is out there playing with the dog and singing. She sings a lot, she makes up her own songs, she sings Annie songs, reminds me of my days swinging on the swings in my grandmother's yard singing loud enough for the neighborhood to hear me. Amber also has begun to really love books, just like her mama.

Little Jewel. I see me as an adult in Jewel, not so much me as a child. As an adult I have become quite set in my ways, stubborn, and like to spend time alone. I do not enjoy the outdoors much at all. This all describes Jewel. She would much rather be inside doing something while everyone is outside, she would much rather play quietly alone than with anyone, and she is very very set in her ways. It is usually Jewel's way or the highway. She's an old soul, an old mama soul.