As my daughter was growing up, she actually learned more of my behavior than I ever imagined. We had a lot of time to observe each other in the kitchen yesterday as we all pitched in to make our belated Thanksgiving dinner.
As I was cleaning up as others cooked, her boyfriend remarked that the can barely set down a glass or a spoon without her washing it.
Then as we were cleaning up after the feast and I went to work on the stove, her boyfriend said she does the same thing every time they cook.
Thinking back, I am pretty sure I inherited both of these behaviors from my mother, who always did all the cooking herself.
It’s quite a surprise to see yourself in your adult child. I wonder what else she inherited from me...