I’m posting last minute (again!) as I completed the excercise in my notebook and then forgot all about it. I have to admit to feeling a little uncomfortable with describing myself from my parents point of view – I hope there’s not a similar future excercise from our children’s point of view – my daughter would describe me as ‘hopeless’, full stop.
Thankfully my Mum’s still with us though she’s had a really tough year fighting cancer, going through major surgery surgery and chemotherapy; we’re blessed that she’s now in remission, although more frail than she used to be. I’d describe her as being amazing; strong; disciplined; well-organised; reliable; sensible; supportive; kind.
My Dad died twenty years ago, though he visits me in my dreams quite often. I’d describe him as Jovial; dependable; generous; teasing; likeable; technical; private.
Mum would probably describe me as vulnerable; ill; impulsive; stressed; soft; self-destructive; creative / artistic; unreliable, messy.
Dad might have described me as gullible; mixed-up; emotional; rebellious; reckless; unreliable; daft; daydreamer; clumsy.
So, now I’m wondering how, with two such wonderful parents, I’ve turned out to be such a hopeless muddle of a person…