Who or what is it,
that has the greatest influence,
on our children’s lives?
Is it Nature or Nurture?
I am not an expert on these things,
my only experience is my own family.
However I do often wonder,
having been a stay at home mother,
for over twenty years.
Does the fact,
I have been the main influence in my children’s lives,
mean they have become mini me’s?
The overwhelming evidence in my house,
is that Nurture,
may have helped my children,
become secure and happy individuals,
but I cannot escape the fact,
that my husband had a part in their creation.
No matter how I try,
it would appear,
that at least three out of four of my children,
are never going to be,
anything remotely like me.
I love to read,
and as you can see,
I have a bit of a passion for writing.
My four children also have great passion,
for maths and accounting,
and a serious dislike for writing.
Facebook is their idea of a library.
I trained and worked as a nurse,
loving every day of my life,
dealing with people,
and being there for them,
when life got really difficult.
My children would rather be shot,
than have anything to do with a hospital.
Two are in college doing business,
and hoping to become accountants.
Which is exactly what my husband is,
as are four of his brothers!
As each child was born,
I would hear,
“Oh she is so like you”,
only to see them grow and change,
and become nothing at all like me.
At last we got to the last child,
Surely with all the love and affection,
I poured daily into this our youngest child,
I would have one,
who shared my passions.
One who would have similar dreams,
to those I had as a child.
This one seemed different.
More of a blend of my husband and I,
and dare I say possibly a bit more of I?
Then one day last year,
she showed that yes she was different,
she had developed her own way,
but was it my way?
It was last Summer,
and my brother phoned me.
He was buzzing on the phone,
and told me that something “mad” had happened.
The previous day,
he had got into a taxi here in Ireland.
Whilst chatting to the taxi driver,
about everything and nothing,
as you do,
the taxi driver stopped speaking.
He looked at my brother and said,
“I hope you don’t mind me saying this,
but I have this feeling.
I can’t get it out of my head.
I really think you should buy a lottery ticket.
I have had this feeling once before with a customer,
and he bought one and won good money”.
My brother is no eejit,
but as he entered a shop,
after leaving the taxi,
he saw the add for Euromillions.
This is a European lottery.
So he thought what the hell,
and bought a quick pick.
24 hours later,
he was €900 richer!
He returned to the taxi driver,
and gave him a good tip!
When I told my four children this story,
three of them had the same reaction.
A similar reaction to the other people,
outside the family who I have told this story to.
They were delighted for my brother,
and amazed at the taxi driver.
However quick as can be,
my youngest exclaimed loudly,
“He gave the taxi man money!“,
“Yes” I said, “to say Thank you,
because he would not have bought a ticket,
if he had not advised him to”.
Quick as can be she piped up,
“Oh I am so going to start saying that,
to everyone I meet!”.
Once again my bubble burst.
My last chance and it was obvious,
Nurture be dammed.
My youngest proved it once again,
Nature wins four out of four!
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