I found beauty in the dry erase board in my classroom tonight. All the things that have been written and erased gradually built up a residue creating a subtle pattern of what once had been there. I can't help but think about how experience shapes us gradually over time. What I reinforce (good and bad) with my child shapes the person he is becoming. Sometimes he says things that sounds just like my husband and other times he sounds just like me. I see this in myself and my own parental influences seeping out at times. I need to be mindful of what is being transferred.