Like Mother, Like Son

I've probably only been told a few thousand times in my life how much I look, act, and talk like my mom.  I don't see it.....ok, if I was honest, I would say that I do.  I can fool her best friend when I answer her phone.  Strangers in WalMart have asked me if I was related to her....so I guess there's no denying it.  My youngest son has heard "He looks just like his mom!" for most of his young life.  I guess being told you look just like your mom when you're a boy is worse than being a girl and hearing the same.  Last time someone said something about him looking like me, he pointed out that I'm a girl and he's a boy....in his voice that says "Hello?! Can you not see that we're different?!"
Regardless of how much we look alike, I hope I'm setting the example for my boys to be more than me.  Not that I want them to be more than me on a materialistic or career level...although I do have aspiration for them to be lawyers, architechts, or doctors.  But rather, more than themselves.  My prayer is for them to someday be humbled servants who see, and are fully aware of, the people and world around them.

 Mat. 25:35 For I was hungry and you fed me; I was thirsty and you gave me water; I was a stranger and you invited me into your homes; Mat. 25:36 naked and you clothed me; sick and in prison, and you visited me.'