Do you remember a few months back when you told me that you wondered what skills or qualities you'd passed down to your children? I think you said that all three of us seemed to define ourselves through what we had and hadn't inherited from Dad--aside from the dreaded Egilson keep-everything-and-stack-it-to-the-ceiling gene. But I've been brooding on this for awhile now, and I have somewhat of an answer.
It's hard to break aspects of your personality down and assign them to each parent: it's especially hard when you look exactly like your dad (that's an area you could've helped me out a bit more) and share the same artistic interests, especially music. Yet while Dad and I share similar interests, we differ a lot in our execution. He's both hard-working and impractical, and I have both those traits, but I think I inherited from you a practicality and a broadness of vision that temper that Wiebe mulishness somewhat.
The fact is, Dad is highly systematized and organized but is less productive than you are, despite your absense of an overriding 'system.' You seem to intuitively prioritize and carry out what's most important. Goals get met, shit gets done. That sounds astoundingly prosaic and banal, but it's actually quite profound, especially when the workload gets full.
A lot of the success I've been having recently in school, the marks and awards (not to mention just getting through it) comes from your straightforwardness and practicality. It's a strange paradox, to approach something as ethereal and subjective as literature with the mentality of a working-class Hillary Clinton supporter. But it's the approach that allows me to get my assignments done on time and still enjoy the work itself. Too many of my classmates, most from much wealthier families, get hung up on a fashionable ideology or become obscurantist snobs who champion books they think make them look smart. My advantage over them is that I still love what I do.
I've left out the other two traits I got (mostly) from you, namely a love of reading and a decent enough intelligence. But that's self-evident.
No one likes to belabour their indebtedness to their parents, so I'll just say: thanks.