Just Like My Daddy

admin | 6/14/2012, 5:30 a.m.

For reasons that only my mother can explain, it seems that every time I would do certain things, most of the time things that would upset her, she would always say you just like yo daddy!. Needless to say, as a child, it was extremely difficult for me to understand exactly what she meant in making that statement. All I knew from what others told me was that there was a strong resemblance between my father and I. I was also fully aware of the fact that my father had trained me to be a clean and neat person, which indeed are habits I have not departed from to this very day. When looking at the totality of my style and character in comparison to my father, my opinion was that we are virtually like night and day. So, I often asked myself what on Earth did my father observe in me that enabled her to continuously find a parallel. Being that my mother became acquainted with me father long before I was even thought of, and also became well familiar with certain characteristics in me long before I even began to know myself, it would not be fair to her for me to completely discredit what she has seen as notable similarities. Her point of view in identifying a number of comparative qualities reflected in my father and I may very well derive from the experiences they both have shared, starting from the moment of love at first sight vs. the many years of watching me grown from the second I entered this world to the present day. What can I possibly say to disagree with the experiences tightly woven into the fabric of my mothers memory bank, which much of it I will never know? For only she can relate to the intimacies that belong to her and my father developed before, during and after their 14 marital years. Realizing that I may never know my mothers reasons for matching many of my characteristics with my father--all I can do is strive to be a better man in hopes of gaining recognition for all the noble qualities found in him. By Arthur Lee Hall, Jr.