Saturday, December 6, 2014
Nature vs. Nurture
Today I thought I'd post a little something I've noticed about my son lately.
My son looks like me. Now, that's easy to explain. That's genetics. I have two male cousins and one female cousin who all look like me. We all look like our grandmother. So as he's gotten older, we've compared to pictures of me and my cousins at the same age. The funny part is that he often looks nearly exactly like the pictures of us from long ago.
But my son also acts like me in some ways. And it's kind of spooky. When he was two, he would insist on doing things over and over and over again. My father said to them on a visit, "We had a rule, if you didn't want to do it a hundred times, don't do it the first time."
Now, many kids like to do the same thing over and over. It's true. But then it keeps going.
He makes up stories. He likes to make up stories and tell them to his parents to see what they think. I tell stories. I write stories. I wrote stories when I was little as well. Not great ones, as you can imagine. But I was writing then too.
He hates it when his things get messed up or you rearrange the words in a song. Absolutely hates it. Will get very upset about it even. And yeah, you guessed it, I did that. Still hate it when someone gets into my things. I don't cry or scream anymore as you can imagine, but I still have to control myself when people start messing with my things.
He's musical. He and his adoptive dad have been banging on the fridge and the cabinets and making music all their own. I picked well in his adoptive parents. I'm a musician. And his adoptive father is too. I can see the delight in his adoptive father's eyes when he talks about making music with Joseph and recording it.
If I added up the time that I've spent with my son, it would probably amount to about two and a half weeks all together. But there are things I passed down to him without even knowing it. There is one thing that puzzles me.
He's a practical joker. I fail at practical jokes. His biological father never did pull any on me or anyone else I know. I don't know where it came from. Maybe some distant relative. Maybe he learned it from someone in his adoptive family. I have no idea. But we all delight in it.
As the years go by, I expect other traits of mine and his birth father will come out. And traits he picks up from his adoptive family will come out as well. And I can't wait to see what he makes of all of this. Hope you and yours are doing well and let me know if you've seen bits of yourself in your own children.