I’ve heard of parents being secretly disappointed that their children more resemble their mate than they themselves (i.e., “I’m blonde, my husband’s hair is black, none of our kids have my hair”). Is this a thing in many or most marriages?
Well, I hate to admit this, but I think I have an eensy bit more affection for my daughter because she took on my traits (poor thing). She did a “I have brown eyes just like you” thing as a kid and she still pulls that sometimes at 19 and it still gets me.
She was the only one out of 4 that looks anything like me (yes, they’re mine).
I was mildly disappointed that I didn’t get any little redheads (taking after their dad) in my crop of Small Folk. Maybe the next generation!
I don’t see it. My older son is basically my mini-me and my younger is his mother’s. I like some of the things about my older son, but he has many of my negative traits as well. My younger has the qualities that I love in my wife, and some of her qualities that I’m not so keen on. The reality is that I love my wife, so why wouldn’t I love her clone?
My middle daughter looks different than the other 2 ( who look like me). We’re not real sure who she looks like. She’s a real beauty but doesn’t think so. She was always a bit jealous of the other 2. I think. She would never admit that. Plus, add in the middle child thing.
My wife’s ethnicity is east Asian, and if I were any more white, you could paint a ceiling with me. Our children look like both of us, neither of us, my wife, me, some weird combination of us, or no one knows where they got this or that feature.
It’s always fun meeting our kids’ friends for the first time and watching their eyes shift between looking at me, my wife, and the kid.
I see much more of my husband in my daughters than me. This isn’t disappointing. They are so adorable.
No. Means nothing to me.
We have two kids. The older looks more like my wife and her side of the family. The younger looks more like me (poor girl) and my side of the family.
Who cares? Not me.
I am a little disappointed that my son is right-handed, because I’ve always liked being left-handed and it’d be a cool thing to have in common.
He doesn’t look a thing like me, and that doesn’t bother me at all.
Having no children, I can’t really speak to this, but I have read that evolutionarily, babies tend to favor the father more, in order for the father to be more assured of paternity. If he thinks the kids are his, he’ll be more likely to hang around and help raise them. Probably BS, like a lot of other “evolutionary” theories.
All I know is I resemble my dad. A lot. When I noticed that putting on makeup made me look like my dad in drag, I stopped putting on makeup. Never really regretted it. Saves money.
I found when I was younger, if someone knew my mother better, they thought I favored her, but my dad’s coworkers thought I looked like him. I think I looked a lot like my mom when I was younger, but as I’ve aged, I can see more of my dad and his mother in me.
As for my daughter - as a baby, she looked like a clone of her dad. She tends to have my coloring, but her face shape is more him. Her daughter looks a lot like she did as an infant, but she has some of her father’s personality quirks as well as his dark hair.
I’m pretty sure none of that mattered to any of us.
My kids both look like me. If I hadn’t been present at their births, I’d question who their mom was.
When mine were babies, you could put my baby picture next to theirs and you couldn’t tell a difference. As they got older, it became less apparent. My youngest came home from school several years ago and told us that they were learning about hereditary traits. She said that the teacher explained that earlobes can be attached or unattached and this was hereditary. My daughter had one of each. My wife’s is attached and mine are not. It has become a “thing” in the family to bring it up when she does something and we are trying to decide if it was from my side or my wife’s side. (All in fun of course).
I look like Dad’s side of the family and have his traits; my brother has mother’s side dead on. The strange side is that both parents tended to favor him. Not to a degree that ever bothered me but everyone assumed I was Dad’s favorite and that just wasn’t the case.
With my first spouse, we spoke about hoping that our children would have certain traits from each of us.
“I hope they have your jaw line.”
“I hope they have your height.”
“I hope they have your curly hair.”
etc.
Alas, no children.
My mother and I are very close. And we resemble each other to the point where, when people who know her see me for the first time have been known to say, “You have to be Kathy’s son.”
And I remember, about age three or four, connecting with mom in my head very strongly because she and I both had the same color hair and eyes. I was young and it seemed very important at the time.
It’s not a big deal to me with my kids. One has my coloring/hair/eyes/whatever and the other looks quite a bit like her mother in terms of her face even though she’s blond and blue where he mom is brown and hazel. But it makes no big thing to me.
For my mother it was the opposite: her dream family was closely modeled on her mother-in-law’s. She wanted three or four blonde, blue-eyed boys followed by a blonde-blue-eyed girl. Given the genes available, the pliable personalities she wanted made about as much sense as eating goulash through a straw while hanging upside-down from the ceiling, but well, nobody ever accused the woman of being terribly good at logic.
I happen to look a lot like her; even more like her sister, my Crazy Aunt. I’m told we also have identical voices. The brain is from my Dad’s side, though.
My kids had the nerve to come out half-asian, so no, they don’t really look like me.
My son’s feet, however, are exact carbon copies of my feet, only a little smaller.
Our daughter has my husband’s body type and face, my height and coloring. In personality she leans toward my husband, in tastes and talents, way more towards me.
Does it matter? No. Unless you loathe the other parent, why would it?
That doesn’t matter- my half-Asian kids (especially my daughter) somehow look just like me and Asian at the same time