Many, many years ago, my mother, your grandmother, looked at me and said, “I hope you have a child just like you.”
While there is no question that your grandmother loves the both of us, I do not believe that this statement was meant to be flattering.
In fact, I think these words were spoken shortly before or after I was informed that my middle name should have been “Why?”
I. Questioned. Everything.
What’s fascinating about my childhood personality is that at 28 years of age, I still do question everything and believe in having a reason behind every action and inaction. If you stopped me in the middle of any given day at any given moment and asked me why I was doing what I was doing, I promise that the answer would never be, “Just because,” or, “I don’t know.”
(This might not be true of your father.)
All this is to say that just in case you are the fulfillment of my mother’s “curse,” believe me that all of my “yes’s” and all of my “no’s” will be given out of love and reasoning, not for the joy of causing you exasperation.
I promise that this will all make sense later.
With a growing love,