I’m pondering on the nature versus nurture thing again. Siblings raised in the same household, by the same parents and with the same set of rules… well, one would think they’d have more than a few things in common. I have two daughters–Sam, 14, and Alex, 12–and their similarities and differences just amaze me.
They do share things in common: 1) they both wear their hair long and they have the same taste in clothes–T-shirts and blue jeans; 2) they are both gadgets freaks; 3) they abhor badly cooked food; and 4) they loathe colognes and anything with perfume in it, including lotions.
But it’s their differences that are more astounding.
Sam is a prolific writer–even her teachers say so. Alex is the math wiz.
Alex sleeps early and gets up early. Sam only sleeps when she can’t keep her eyes open anymore. On weekends and during vacations, lunch is Sam’s first meal for the day.
Alex knows that no means NO. Sam throws tantrums at the mention of the word NO.
Alex keeps a small, tight circle of friends who share her interests; Sam’s circle is wider and she is more tolerant of people’s differences.
Sam leaves a trail of mess wherever she goes, especially candy wrappers; Alex is acquainted with the trash bin.
And then, there’s their music. Alex used to have this obsession with Andrew Lloyd Webber’s Phanton of the Opera. In the car, she would insist that the soundtrack be played at least once during every trip, long or short. These days, Alex only listens to the High School Musical soundtrack and the individual albums of the film’s artists.
Although Sam went through the Britney Spears stage, she now considers Britney as “yucky”. These days, Sam listens to everything from Incubus to Jason Mraz to Coheed and Cambria to Parokya ni Edgar. It was Sam who got her father hooked on the Radioactive Sago Project. Sam also loves APO Hiking Society‘s music.
Last week, when we had to spend two nights in a hotel during the blackout caused by typhoon Milenyo, my husband suprised me with a CD of The Best of APO. The following night, after dinner at Burgoo, Sam and I stayed behind at Robinson’s Galleria while her father and sister went straight back to the hotel. She said she wanted a cup of frappuccino before going back. But the trip to the cafe was forgotten after she insisted on going to Radio City. She saw the CD of Kami nAPO Muna – Tribute to APO Hiking Society and asked me to buy it for her. By the time we left Radio City, the cafes were closing for the night.
Actually, Sam’s love affair with APO’s music may be rooted to her early childhood. Even as an infant, getting her to sleep was often an ordeal. So I’d sing Show Me Your Smile to her and she would relax, snuggle close and go to sleep.
I started writing this entry pondering on the nature versus nurture thing. I’m ending it wondering how much of the memories from our infancy remain as we grow old. Perhaps, Sam associates APO’s music with the feeling of security and safety of her childhood. Or, perhaps, she simply has good taste in music. :)