This line was runnin in my head a few weeks ago n I decided to write something on it.
If you're a babe, chick, lady, woman, sisi etc, then I'm pretty sure there's been times when you just go like
'Oh my Lawd, is this woman I call my mother really my mother? Why doesn't she get me? Why doesn't she understand the stuff about me she's supposed to?'
Well this was how I used to feel. I used to think that I was so not like my mother, that she was too this & too that etc, then one faithful evening, whilst my mum & I were watchin TV, I saw myself in her & all of a sudden it came to me..
We laughed alike
We acted the same
We joked the same way
We both didn't know how to hide our feelings
We both were die-hard romantics
We both sniggered at the same things
After all is said & done I am my mother's daughter & she is her daughter's mother.
So you ask me, what's the essence of this seemingly abstract post? Simply put, we all mirror our parents of the same sex as us. As hard as we try to run or shy away from this fact, the more like & attached 2 'em we become.
I am my father's son, this fact is what i could not run away from though i knew i have a father while growing up as a boy i never got used to him since he left mum when i was five month old thats apart we soon settled that when he suddenly appeared mom had to force me to him which is not bad but as it stance i cant call him or look for him but i kept thinking who will be my father on my wedding day so i realise i cant run from this unfair truth that i am my father's son.
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