It can change over a lifetime I started out looking like my father, in my 50s it is my mother looking at me in the mirror.
LoL, that’s the only feature my son has of mine, too.
As of two, now, he looks nothing like me. Which is good, his most common reaction from people is “That’s the cutest kid I’ve ever seen.” I’m… not that.
He looks a little bit like my wife, but just enough to show a resemblance. Neither of us have his red hair or grey eyes.
Do I care? No. His personality is a great blend of both of ours added to his own individuality. That’s what I enjoy.
My wife is also East Asian, and my daughter has a lot of similarities to me. However, my son looks a lot like our neighbor.
Actually not, of course, but he really doesn’t look like me. If he didn’t have such a horrible temper and weren’t so childish, you would have never known he has some of my genes.
She never said it aloud until after the kids were born and it turned out that they both had blue eyes, but my wife would have been disappointed if they had had brown eyes like me. My wife is 100% Irish from Ireland and everyone in her extended family has blue eyes. Everyone in my extended family has brown eyes. We both thought that the kids had no chance but they both have blue eyes and my wife is happy about that.
Nope. I’m not a good-looking guy, my spawn all dodged that bullet for the most part. They all got my sense of humor though and that does please me. Their mom was born without one. The kids show her no mercy 
My three kids look like me much more than to mom.
They all got, thanks God, their mom’s nose (not the sweet potato in front of my face) and head (not their Pachycephalosaurus dad’s head).
Son #1 80% me.
Daughter is 99% me or my sisters.
Son #2 is 95% percent me.
None is a leftie like me, though.
You win the internet today, sir.
I would say it’s less of a big deal if the child looks like a parent.
It would however be a BIG deal if the child looked like the mailman.
I’ve got no kids of my own (that I’m aware of) but I was going to throw this into the discussion. I would think that, back in the primitive patriarchal days, it was more important for people to see Mom & Dad & Kid(s) and be able to say, “Oh, yeah. He’s got his father’s ____ and she’s got her father’s ____” just to minimize the paternity question. It’s tougher to question whether a woman really pushed the kid out of her own body – and less of a concern in a society using primogeniture. Now-a-days, we don’t restrict inheritances to the male lineage.
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Gomez Addams (admiring the new baby): Ahh! He has my father’s eyes!
Morticia Addams: Gomez! Take those out of his mouth!
From a single-panel cartoon in a mens’ magazine. A woman is helping a toddler in diapers stand up while guests and her husband look on.
Neighbors: She looks nothing like you, Ted. She must get all her traits from her mother.
Father, sneering: Yeah. She has her mother’s tits.
Exactly. My son looked like me, then my wife, and ended up looking like my dad.
I’ve been a pretty close replica of my mother for all of my life. My daughter looks like me quite a bit, but she has her fathers height and mouth and a couple of his mannerisms.
It’s not a problem for me, but I’m not sure how my daughter feels about it.
When people comment on how much my daughter looks like me, I always tell her, “don’t listen to them, you look just fine”.
I’m pretty excited neither of my kids have my extreme nearsightedness or asthma.
When my first was born, we were all a weepy mess. Don’t remember what we said about her looks. But when my second daughter was born, it really struck me how both families said, “Oh, she looks like our side of the family!” I thought that was adorable.
I worry that my wife says that our daughter looks like me (she mostly does). But she has mommy’s eye corners and flat nose, so I assume she (daughter) will look like an east Asian version of me. My wife says she doesn’t mind that our daughter looks like me, so I take her at her word. My wife is prettier than I am handsome, plus I’m not a girl, so I hope our daughter looks more like her mother than me, as she gets older!
I have two daughters - 4 years old and 9 months old.
4 year old: Very much looks like her mother but there are bits here and there of me. It helps that my wife and I both have blonde hair and fair skin as does the 4 year old. I think physically she more closely resembles her mom than me, and trust me that is a good thing as I “married up” and my wife is a beautiful woman. I’m not a beautiful woman but maybe on a really good day in my younger years would have been considered handsome… from a certain point of view. She definitely has my hair, poker straight and fine. Where I see myself in my daughter is more in her personality and how her feelings show up in expressions on her face. When she is laughing and being a dork, I see me.
9 month old: This is pretty hard to admit but I struggled when she was first born because she didn’t look like either of us at all. She was born about a month early and although newborns don’t really look like much of anyone, when she was delivered she had very dark hair and her skin complexion was darker. When the 4 year old was born, she had light reddish to blonde hair and was pasty white like her parents. Sooo… never admitted it before but I had some doubts about paternity which I kept entirely to myself. Note I have never had any reason to doubt my wife nor any reason to think that she was unfaithful to me. I still have no reason to think so. My 2nd daughter is an adorable, beautiful, and happy joy in our lives but I kept having this nagging thought about paternity. To some small degree I did not bond as quickly with her and I think the doubt was part of that. Now, 9 months later I don’t have any doubts on paternity. Physically she still looks different than her sister or parents but it’s less so than when she was born (her hair lightened up quite a bit as did her skin tone). Although she doesn’t look like either of us yet, she is the striking image of my sister in law’s 2nd daughter. Just a few weeks ago my wife made a side-by-side photo of the two at the same age and there is such a strong resemblance. I feel guilty for having doubts early on and I’m really glad I kept them to myself.
In the “daughter looks like her mother” department, I once picked up a photo of our daughter which was on the kitchen counter and asked my wife when the photo was taken since I didn’t remember our daughter ever wearing that particular shirt. It wasn’t a picture of our daughter at all - it was a picture of my wife which had been taken when she was our daughter’s age. They looked the same, down to their haircuts and facial expressions.
Not strictly an answer to the OP, but related to some of the points that have been raised:
The standard Mendelian model says genes for blue eyes are recessive, genes for brown eyes are dominant, so two blue-eyed parents will never have a brown-eyed child. (I believe the reality is more complicated, but that’s what we learned in 7th grade science class, at least back in the 1960s and 70s.)
I’m brown-eyed and my parents are blue-eyed, but I was adopted, so no mystery there. Except for other people. I’ll always reemember when I was a teeenager and had taken my parents’ car for minor repairs at the auto shop, where the owner was slightly friends with my parents. They did the work on the spot, so I sat in the waiting room for a while. The owner, Fred, came in and looked at me.
FRED: Say, you have brown eyes!
ME: Yes, I do.
FRED: Your parents are both blue-eyed!
ME: True, they are.
FRED: And…you are pretty short!
ME: Yup.
FRED: And…your parents are both very tall!
ME: Yes, they are.
I knew perfectly well what he was thinking but it was more fun to leave him wondering than to explain that there was a simple explanation. I’m sure he thought my mother had gotten it on with a short swarthy guy 9 months before my birth. But it was kind of dickish for him to talk like that.
I have 3 kids - one looks like me, one looks like my wife and one is a complete amalgamation. Makes no difference, we love them all the same.
I can’t find an attribution, but I heard this poem many years ago:
Blessed is the man who rocks his own babe
and rocks his own babe alone;
for many a man rocks another man’s babe
while he thinks he’s rocking his own.
I have a degree of face-blindness that makes it very hard for me to know which, if any, of my two kids resemble me or my wife more. I honestly don’t know and don’t really care anyway.
A similar thing happened to me when I was walking our kids, both blue-eyed, in a stroller when they were toddlers. An elderly woman spotted us and said “Those can’t be your kids!” Asked to explain herself she followed with “You have brown eyes but their eyes are blue.” I assured her that they were my kids and that my wife has blue eyes and what she had been taught in science class (perhaps by Mendel himself, she was so old) was wrong. But kudos to her for being able to spot the difference from about 20 feet away.