She Hates What?
My youngest daughter sat at her laptop, fingers poised over the keys, and announced: “I hate writing.”
What? How could such a statement issue forth from my own flesh and blood? Horrified, I considered requesting a DNA test from our family physician.
“What?” I squeaked, breathing held in suspended animation. Surely I misunderstood.
“Writing.” She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t like it. But I have to do it. I have an English paper due.”
“How can you not like it? Of course you like it! I’m your mother, and I’m a writer!”
“I didn’t say I don’t like writers, I said I don’t like to write. You’re a writer. I’m not. If I wanted to write I wouldn’t be majoring in photography.”
Well, she had me with that one. A photography major she certainly is, and knows what to do with all those little buttons and knobs and twisty things on her camera that flummox me. Cameras are too complicated. A photo? Forget that. Give me a pen and a slip of paper and I’ll write you a picture.
That got me thinking about my other two kids and our differences. My son discovered his inner nerd and is in school studying computer programming. (Ugh. Watching my cat snooze through her sleep cycle would be more exciting to me.) My older daughter is an education addict holding two degrees and working on a third with an eye toward a PhD in forensic psychology. (Interview criminals? For a living? Uh-uh. Not me . . . unless it’s research for a story.)
The same two parents, three kids, all so different. Isn’t it awesome?
Of course we share many of the same traits, likes and dislikes. But some of our differences are fundamental, and I think that’s every bit as cool as the genetic stuff that connects us. Once I thought about that I had to give my girl a pass on her feelings toward writing.
What about you and your kids, parents and siblings? Do you see the differences and celebrate them? Or are you one of those families, like the Osmonds (remember them?), that seem to be interchangeable?
See you next time –
P.S. For the record, I was a Donny fan back in the day. He was pretty adorable. Actually, he was pretty AND adorable. 🙂