Spending time around family really makes you think. Like how some things, my mother's hair styles for instance, constantly evolve.
And how other things, like my dad's hair style, remain the same.
Certain questions arise, like why is my grandpa
shirtless in 75% of the photos taken of him before 1950?
And why, of all of the decades he's lived through, did he choose the 70s to embrace so unabashedly?
Also, why are photos of my mother as a child
virtually indistinguishable from photos of my sister as a child
whereas photos of me as a child
bear no resemblance to anyone that I am related to?
And why is that my maternal grandmother could wander my sister's college dorm hallways and have someone point her in the direction of Robin's room without even asking who she was looking for, whereas I
look almost nothing like her?
Or my dad's parents?
Or, and I'm really reaching here, my mom's grandparents?
Funny how things work. But my sister and I look, if not exactly alike, related.
And that I'll happily take.