Dear Jessica Brennan,
People tell us often that we are so much alike, but we aren’t. You are very much you and I’m very much me. I can prove it.
You have blond hair and I have dark hair. You have a lean body type and I’ve always been rounder. You are infinitely more sensible than I am, and way more careful. It’s a good thing I wasn’t as sensible as you, or you might not be here though, so I win.
You started sleeping twelve hours a night at about six weeks of age. You likely would have started before that if I didn’t wake you up every 20 minutes to make sure you were still breathing. You still can sleep for twelve hours at a time, which is something I truly envy. Some nights I don’t sleep twelve minutes at a time.
Even when you were tiny, you always chose salmon and vegetables over lasagna and garlic bread. You wanted fruit not cake. You could make a chocolate bar from Santa last until Canada Day. You’re still like that. Give me lasagna, garlic bread and cake any day.
You can spot a scam and a scammer, way before me. I’ve had lots of practice getting back-handed by losers, but you are still way better at spotting them than me. “Mum, c’mon”, you’ve been heard to say about my blindspot. You couldn’t possibly have as much life experience as me, but somehow you’re more naturally awake to the takers among us than I am. No points for this one. The cat is better at this than me.
So what is it that makes people think we are so much alike? Is it the sense of humour, or the mannerisms? The giggling when we aren’t supposed to or how we both tap the tip of our nose when we are trying to remember something?
We aren’t really that much alike, but if I have to be mistaken as being like someone, I’m glad it’s you.
Love Mum xo
