December 12, 2003
my father's face
I always took after my mama's side of the family. I was short and stocky, I had the bow legs and that "Abner nose" that everybody in the family was proud of. I was convinced that I was a chip off mama's block.
Five years after my father died, I got a wild idea up my Cracker ass and had my hair buzz-cut. I am talking about a Marine-boot-camp haircut. Jennifer hated it, but I kinda liked the way it felt at work in the summer. I could brush my hair with a towel. I didn't need a comb. It felt GOOD under a hard-hat in the Southern summertime.
I decided to take things one step further. I came home one day and shaved off
my moustache, too. I didn't really look at anything except what I was shaving when I got rid of the 'stache, but Jennifer and Quinton had a difficult time recognizing me after that. I remember Quinton saying, "Daddy, you don't look like daddy anymore."
I knew that my hair would grow back any time I wanted it to grow, and I enjoyed the change. I did all of that stuff on a hoot, just to make something different in my life.
That night, I was brushing my teeth before I went to bed. I looked in the mirror and the toothbrush froze in my hand. MY FATHER was looking back out of that mirror at me. I had his eyes. I had the shape of his face. I had his same crooked smile. I had ears just like his.
I never realized how much I resembled my father until that night. I stood in front of that mirror for at least ten minutes noticing things that I had never seen before. I was amazed.
I don't believe that Quinton looks a lot like me. He takes after his mother. But every now and then, I see him at the right angle or in the right light and I see myself in his face. I am pleased when I see him that way.
I wonder if he'll ever look in the mirror some day and see ME looking back at him.
Wow...what a great post. I do the same thing...but its now my Mom who stares back from the mirror at me. I enjoy that feeling. Plastic surgery?? Nose job?? Big fat botox lips?? No thanks...my face is a link to my heritage. Ill take it, wrinkles and all.
Yes he will see you looking back at him...and the therapy bills will be horrendus. ;)
In truth, we all see our parents/grandparents staring back at us when we get older. I'm starting to see my father when he was younger than I in the mirror now.
on the wall
I AM my mother
Since I look so much like my father, any aspects of my mother that I've inherited tend to jump out and ambush me. Mostly, it's the tone of voice. Yes, the same one of hers that I've had a tendency to tune out since I was about 12. Frightening.
That was beautiful. Did Jim write it?
shocking isn't it, once you realize just how much you can look like somebody else despite having only 1/2 thier genes?!
Yes, he will. And he will have the same reaction as you did that night. I always used to kid my aunt Carolyn (1 yr older than my Mom) that I couldn't tell them apart on the phone. Then I was over at my parents house, in Beautiful Beaufort in SC, and my aunt called - I answered. About 20 seconds into the conversation, I realized that she thought I was my Dad ! I played it for just a little bit, then sprung it on her! Boy, did she give me the "what for". Now, it seems that if they can't actually see us (Dad's balding and I am not) that the family doesn't really know to whom they a speaking! I, of course, love it, because my Dad was and continues to be my Hero. Everything else about my body tells me that I hate growing older (42), but the fact that I am so much like my Dad makes it all right.