In an attempt to get myself back into the habit of writing again, I’ve found myself drawn to the challenges offered by WordPress on “The Daily Post.”
Upon reading the prompt for this week’s writing challenge, I was immediately intrigued and intimidated all at once.
This week, let’s get a little introspective: who do you see in your face? In your personality?
Of course, we want more than simply a list of where each of your features come from — we’re people, not Mr. (or Mrs.) Potato Head, and are more than the sums of our parts. So take the dissection a little further, and tell us how these inheritances come alive in your life.
Your challenge is to take something intensely personal — the bits and pieces that make you YOU — and use them as a springboard for a post that makes a larger point and resonates with lots of other readers.
As I’ve grown older and become more aware of the pieces that make me me, I’ve realized there are pieces of my parents interwoven into almost every aspect of my life, whether I like it or not.
My most favorite? The two organs protruding from each side of my face.
My ears are a less exaggerated version of those associated with my father and his family (picture a combination of Martin Lawrence and Jennifer Garner’s ears). Though they are not as prominent on my head as they are on my father’s balding one, the recent haircut I’ve chosen has made them more prominent than ever. What used to be a point of embarrassment and hidden with straight hair has been revealed in all its sticking-out glory as my tightly coiled hair grows from its current tapered style. They’re starting to become my favorite part of my face for the same reason they used to mortify me. A pair of earrings stands out more than it would on someone else not as lucky. Little thrills like this have made me accept my ears, just as they are.
Though physically similar to my father, my ears have lent me a trait I attribute to my mother: my listening skills. I can remember several instances from my childhood (and not too long ago) when I would go on and on about whatever suited my fancy to my mother. Regardless of the topic or the length, she would always remember every detail and it was a trait of hers I always saw as especially wonderful. Typed an ISFP by the Myers-Briggs test, I am the type to take in others thoughts over voicing my own. This is a practice I’m trying to balance better (as evidenced by this blog in itself), but it’s one that has definitely made me into a good listener. I often find myself acting as a soundboard for others in their time of need and its a trait I pride myself on. It’s also helpful when trying to weigh several different perspectives, a practice I will be executing daily in my new job. Listening skills are something I’ve noticed are important, especially when I’ve dealt with people without them. It’s made me all the more appreciative of the practice I’ve adapted from my mother and continue to build on.
In addition, my ears give me the ability to experience what has grown to be my favorite creative outlet to enjoy but not practice: music. My choice has always been on the listening aspect because of how telling it can be of another person in such a beautiful way. I could spend hours with the melodies and compositions that make up music or arguing why it’s great (or not so great) with those around me. However, my favorite thing is always recommending choices to my friends and family. Anyone who knows me knows how happy I am when I’m able to find their new favorite song or artist through my own experiences with a wide array of genres and composers. It’s something I love and continue to enjoy in every aspect of my life. (There’s even a whole section of this blog dedicated to sharing music with whoever peruses through my blog!)
In that way, my ears combine aspects of my father (in feature), my mother (in function), and me (in flair) and I wouldn’t have it any other way!