Im your mirror. Like father like .. daughter?!
It took me a while to accept and realise that I am my parents’ daughter and that there is nothing wrong in being like my mother or my father as long as I don’t try to be an exact clone.
My sister looks just like my mother. Damn, that bothered me because I was so detatched to her. Wherever she was, I was. People kept telling me I don’t really resemble my mother. That was basically all I wanted to hear – You look just like your Mother!! – Well but I don’t.
My mother is jamaican and I wanted to be seen as a jamaican, it sounds more special and unique. My father is german – how boring – and when people said I look like my father, I felt offended. How the hell do I look german? I had to understand that it wasn’t about race, simply the fact that I am the walking proof of carrying his DNA, but I was too narrow minded.
While growing up and becomming that young, still maturing woman I am now, I figured how right everyone was. Not that I only resemble him (facial features) also our souls resembles. I can’t be prouder to have him as my father.
Seeing him grow as a father and as an individual made me look inside a mirror. His “mistakes” were my lessons, as well. His reactions in times of emotional disbalance were my refelctions.
At first it was shocking to realise we are so alike but than I felt so comfortable and secure, that I am exatcly where I need to be, surrounded by the people who will help me grow, passively and actively. Its an amzing feeling.