Thread: I have become my father.

It only took 45+ years, but today I have become my father. My family and I were enjoying a nice Sunday evening just after dinner, baby girl still in her high chair, my son (6) just went back to watching educational videos on YouTube , yes, a nerd in the making and I am encouraging it...plus the boy can throw a wicked punch so he'll be ok, my wife is clearing the table and she asks me to go upstairs to get something or other...ugh, but I go up anyway and find ALL the lights on...in the loft, our bedroom, our bathroom, his bedroom, baby girl's room, all of them! WTH? They're killing daddy. The memories of these moments from my childhood and how my dad reacted hit me like a ton of bricks and then I realized I had just become my father!

Anyone else experience this phenomenon? I would love to hear your tales.

I'm just a few years older than you, and my father passed away about 26 years ago. Still, I've been compulsive about turning off lights (and, more recently, unplugging items that draw loads even while off) ever since I was a twenty-something. He just got us in the habit of turning off lights when leaving a room. Since he was paying the bills, I really couldn't argue with his logic.

He was born just a few years before The Great Depression. When we lived in TX, he also restricted our use of central A/C which is akin to oxygen down there when it's summertime. I'd like to say they don't make them like that anymore, but then again, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, huh?

I'm a little disappointed that he didn't shave with straight razors like his father did his entire life. Dad went over to "the Barbasol side." If he had had any good sense about shaving properly, I would have discovered this sport 20+ years sooner.

Not me.....I hope!

25 is an average age for sons to think that their dad is not the dumbest person in the world.

Not always!

I have 3 daughters, trained to be smarter than me.
Going along swimmingly!

Well there was this one time I was sobering up after a long bender, sick and short on patience I looked in the mirror and saw my father looking back. I've been sober ever since. Not quite the same thing...

I've been my father since day 1. I haven't a feature that resembles my mother. My mother is the one that would hang foot over a light left on. In fact I'm so much like my dad, his school pictures and military pictures usually get mistaken as me.

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My estranged father called me on the phone a few years back, and it was a bit surreal. Sounded like I was having a conversation with myself. Right down to the same slight southern drawl. Accents aren't even genetic, how the heck did that happen?

I should be so lucky...

This last harvest season, I'm a farmer, I realized how much like my father I am.
He and I were harvesting soy beans, he was riding with me. He's 81 and doesn't operate equipment anymore. My second oldest son was bringing wagons to the field and kept calling to ask where I wanted them............
I kinda went off, dad looked at me and started laughing. I looked at him and also started laughing. I think at that moment we both realized this apple didn't even fall off the tree