When guys think of themselves, this is what they imagine...
I am no different. I want to be cool. I want to be tough. I want to be rugged. I want to be intimidating.
But my mom has always seen things differently. Here are some of the people who remind my mother of me:
Why do these guys remind my mother of me? Is it my loose feet? Is it the big blue genie that grants my every wish? Is it my unmatched computer skills? Is it my giant round head? Is it my love of Grape Nehi? Is it my ability to wax, both on and off? Is it my flux capacitor?
Of course, it's all of those things. But, it's also more than that. These are nice guys. These are sensitive guys. Any genuinely nice (and most often, dark haired) guy in any movie or television show-- ever -- causes my mom to project me into that character. And then she tells me about it.
I'm not sure why she does this. I would think it would be the know it all, obnoxious characters that would have echoes of me -- I can honestly see that. But moms are different, aren't they? Sometimes my mom reminds me of Don Quixote -- she sees people as they ought to be, or as she wishes they were. I would like to think that I am the person that my mother, my wife and my children, think I am, but it's too hard for me to lie to myself. We all see our own shortcomings and failures.
But, then again, maybe that's why God gave us mothers, and wives, and children -- to remind us of who we should be.
I heard a phrase once that went something like this -- Always try to be the man that your mother thinks you are.
Not a bad idea, I suppose.
But, could you pretend, once in a while, that I'm tough and sensitive?