I was recently at a family function. It was a celebration for an in-law. As I looked around I could tell (mostly) which side of the family people belonged to.
The beloved husband was looking at the pictures posted at the party and saw one of my niece when she was young. She reminded him of the young pictures of my mother. I had never noticed the resemblance before but the camera captured it.
Since finding that old photo of my grandparents (click here for family photo), I have noticed that a lot of us have my grandfather’s eyes and arched eyebrows. It seems to be a dominant feature.
I was doing ancestry research this week (yes my butt almost fused with my computer chair yet again) and I found an old on-line photo of the mother of the celebrating in-law. I was scanning through photos that others had put posted but stopped immediately at that one. He is dead ringer for his mother down to the teeth.
This stuff is all superficial. Does it matter whose nose we have? Probably not unless it’s a big proboscis that requires a surgical trim!
What you can’t see when you look around are the character traits that we inherit. There is a strong strain of introvert that runs through my family. We
rarely never dance on tables with lampshades on our heads. We sit peacefully at functions. It’s not that we don’t have reactions, we do. We are eye rollers. We can kill with an eye roll that is Olympic quality and a head twitch. We often marry extroverts. (Do opposites attract or do they drive each other crazy?)
I always wondered where we got that trait. Not from my mom’s side who were much more outgoing and yappy. We also have thin genes (hallelujah!) and musical talent from my Dad along with mostly brown/hazel eyes.
When I look at the beloved husband’s siblings I can see the physical resemblance but they have some basic behaviors that are similar too. None of them are over the top or theatrical. There are some other qualities like conflict aversion and sincere warmth yet each one is very different. There are no carbon copies.
The beloved husband’s children, all middle aged adults at this point, are wildly different. Except for the familial resemblance, you wouldn’t put them together as siblings.
I don’t understand how all this works or fits together but it’s fascinating. This is why I enjoy diving into that ancestry pool. There are always surprises.