Becoming your Parent's???

Well after much therapy and reflection I feel I need to apologize to my beautiful Wife for all the sledging and horrible photos Iv posted on the blog Last year. Spending a fair bit of time with family over the last month or so has really helped me to understand that while we are all different we are in fact pretty similar (whether we like it or not) to our parents. Shock horror. So what I'm trying to say is, it's not Erins fault that she may not be the most photogenic person on the planet, some might say that our photo album resembles something out of a horror movie, due to some of the disturbing images of this wild beast the kids call mummy. That aside I did manage to capture the beast's I mean Wife's mother on Christmas morning.

HHMM... This is Sue, She likes long walks on the beach, scintillating conversation and sport. She is the reason. Umm Sue is the proud mother of 3 equally unphotogenic offspring and a pile of very cute grandchildren ( lucky for them they get there good looks from there father). She is on the right side of 50 (even if that's only for a short while). SINGLE.

 Anyway you can see what I'm getting at. We become our parents. Just looking in the cupboard this morning to fix the kid's some breakfast I was hit with an overpowering sense of dejuview as a mountain of 2minute noodles came avalanching down on me. I have in fact become my mum (and any of the 3000 men that could be my father). The food we feed the kid's. The way we tell them off (" wait till you have your own family ya little prick") ("when you pay the bills you can make the rules")("go ask ya father") OK the last one may be a bit of a stretch, I don't believe I ever heard that one, it was more like "that guy out there is your new uncle( for today anyway,) you do what he tells you I'm making dinner" (2 minute noodles no less). 

But for all the bad stuff we inherit there is also a fair bit of good stuff. Kindness. Chivalry. The ability to turn 6 cakes of 2 minute noodles into something remotely tasty.

Sometimes though I think as a parent you can teach to much. Take for instance Christmas this year, my eldest Kai being a very keen fisherman, I've tryed very hard to teach him everything my thousand or so uncles have taught me. Knot tying, casting, retrieving, putting bait on the basics pretty much. But teaching to much becomes to much that when on Christmas day the little beggar catches a bigger whiting than me.

Being the kind of person I am, I was not about to let this little smart ass who always complains about eating 2minute noodles all the time overtake his teacher. I changed his bait to a sausage no less. This would insure that I would catch a pile of fish and if he was lucky may catch his very drunk very hungry uncle Ben. (No it's not like that I haven't inherited everything from my mother, he is there uncle). That didn't happen.

This is our darling little noodle eater holding his bream that he caught on a sausage. Yeah on a whole sausage. No more fishing trips for him.

A week latter Blaze (he's the ripe old age of 2) gets in on the action with this stingray, caught first cast on a hand line.

I think the point of the story is, you cant help how incredibly disturbing you or your offspring look, but you can teach them Right, Wrong and a thousand different way's to cook 2 minute noodles.