Born to Op Shop
I WAS born to op shop.
No seriously, I was.
My uncle, while researching our family tree, discovered we come from a long line of secondhand merchants.
That would explain a lot really; my tendency to be a hoarder, my love of all things retro, my thrill at finding a bargain.
One person's trash is another person's treasure, and I probably find more to treasure than most.
From somewhere in that genetic pool also comes a vast array of creative talent, with artists and writers also coming out of the woodwork.
That is my mother's side of the family.
Thanks to my father's side, I was also born to have a sweet tooth.
With owners of a soft drink factory and bakery all part of my lineage, what hope did I have?
I am sure if I searched further on my father's side there would also be explorers and a con artist or two.
I believe that because, thanks to my dear old dad, we have travelled the country and yes, had our leg pulled once or twice.
How much of your life is predestined by genetics, how much by chance, how much by experience and how much comes down to the choices you make, I wonder?
I have been told more than once that my voice sounds exactly like my mother's, even once by a stranger who didn't know we were related.
During poignant times in sad movies all eyes are on my mother and I, to see if we are crying yet. (And yes, we probably are.)
And I love to read, just like mum, but that is one talent I have yet to develop in my son.
There are plenty of other family traits he has developed.
My son likes to have a chat and appreciates a good practical joke, traits from my dear old dad.
Sadly, it appears he has inherited my complete lack of sporting ability.
And while he looks like he doesn't get fed much, he is just lucky to have inherited my skinny genes.
He also inherited my fashion sense and won't wear skinny jeans.
While my son may never inherit huge financial riches from my family, I know the things he has already inherited will give him all the riches in life he really needs.
Super Mum with Sharyn O'Neill