I looked down this morning, as I was petting the cat, and I saw my mothers hands. It was kind of startling, but it's happened before, this little jolt of recognition of my connection to my family. Where does it come from, this recognition? I haven't ever studied my mom's hands, I couldn't pick them out of a line up, but I knew they were hers. I am constantly saying things and thinking,"Ooo, that was Dad!". I like it, this glimpse into my genetics. Or is it learned behavior? (It also proves my brothers wrong: no, I was NOT adopted.) I wonder if this will happen more and more as I age. My parents don't seem to age at all. The hand thing is definitely genetic, while Dad's thought process and insight are more things I've tried to emulate, sometimes consciously, sometimes not. Is that genetics? Are we destined to become our parents, no matter what? In my case, it's a very good thing. Thanks Mom and Dad.