I’ve been in situations where I just sit and observe a group of kids, probably playing close to me. I notice the hot-headed one, the soft one, the one so possessive of their belongings and takes care of their little ones so well. And sometimes, there’s that one child that would say something so wise, so mature, that I just have to pause whatever I’m doing to admire. Honestly, sometimes I even call that particular child and start a conversation right there. I really like kids who are smart and bold with it. And like people say, if you want honesty, just go to kids. They'll tell you what adults are scared to say.
That’s when I come to this realisation. Parents feel so proud of their kids, especially when those kids have some admirable qualities that draw people in. You know, when a child becomes the example everyone else’s parents are pointing at, like, “Why can’t you behave like this one?” Now I imagine myself having smart kids. I just want to overhear conversations like, “Her kids are so intelligent and well behaved,” while I’m pretending to be busy scrolling my phone or something. That sweet, quiet satisfaction.
Now, kids obviously pick up traits from everywhere. From their home, their school, even cartoons. But if my own child were to pick up my traits? You’re looking at calm-headed little humans. They probably wouldn’t even argue unless it was really necessary. Though honestly, I wouldn’t want them to be as introverted as me. That one? A no-no. Let them be more social, make friends, talk to people. I want a lively home.
One trait I’m definitely passing down is humour. Please, let the jokes fly. I grew up in a house full of humour and if my children don’t know how to throw small banter here and there, what’s all this parenting for? Let the house be warm and full of small, smart insults that make us all laugh but still know we love each other. Also, if they can be observant like me, bonus points! I love people that can read the room, know when to speak and when to just observe. That skill is golden.
Now, if I had to actually choose their traits, I’d definitely go with patience. Life isn’t always smooth, and I’d want them to know how to chill, think things through, and not react out of impulse. That’s something I’m still learning myself, but I know it’s priceless.
Physically? Let’s not lie, height is non-negotiable. I’m tall, and I like it that way. No short genes, please. It’s not personal, I just love tall people. Then my long hair too. Baldness? It gives me anxiety, especially for girls. I don’t want to be seeing patchy heads where full hair should be flowing. Let them come out with good, full, healthy hair so I can style them beautifully whenever I like.
One thing I really wouldn’t love to pass on is my asymmetric face. Like, why is one side trying to outshine the other? But if that happens, we move. After all, nobody’s perfect. These are just random wishes and imaginations, because honestly, genes play their own games. Sometimes, they surprise you. But regardless of how they turn out, I’ll take my kids the way they come. They’ll still be mine, and I’ll still brag about them.
