Mimicry in nature is a protective property of living creatures that take on colors in the style of the landscape in order not to be noticed by predators and to escape their teeth. A beautiful, confident woman was sitting in front of me. Everything was good for her, a great job, promotion, many friends, women and men. Everything is great. Or almost everything...She told me about herself and her family with pride and love. Especially about my father, whom I still loved sincerely and tenderly. “He and I are still friends and we trust each other more than a daughter and a father can trust.” “I even know about his hobbies,” she told me. “One thing I can’t understand is why the men with whom I develop close relationships very soon leave me.” And, if I ask them about the reasons for breaking up, they shrug their shoulders and say that we can remain friends. But I need love. I want children. Well, what's wrong with me? I watched her while she told me about herself, about her father, about her friendships with men, and I saw in her not a woman, but a young man. It was so obvious! A straight wrinkle on the forehead, a man’s sitting – cross-legged, but not the way women sit, showing off the beauty of their legs, but the way confident men sit. The movements of the beautiful strong hands were also harsh, the speech was abrupt. And I asked the question: “Who did your parents want when they were expecting you, a boy or a girl?” “What does it matter?” - she asked. “They wanted a boy, but I was born, and I had a wonderful childhood.” My parents loved me very much, especially my father. He took me with him everywhere - hiking, fishing, and hunting. I’m telling you, we are still friends. And then I remembered my rose. I have several hibiscus, they are all from the same bush with rounded leaves with small teeth, they bloom beautifully. Last year I got a cat, and she gnawed one of the bushes, leaving bare trunks. The rose was sick for a long time, and then fluffed up bright green leaves. But they were all of a completely different shape, similar to pointed maple leaves, only the leaf consisted of three parts. Rose did not want to be eaten by the cat and changed. I was shocked then by the ability of living beings to adapt to conditions in order to survive. “So you, my girl, mimicked,” I thought, because you couldn’t grow up without the love of your parents, and they wanted a boy and raised them the way they would raise a son , so that you can be proud of him - strong and brave. Carefully, so as not to scare me, I told the young woman about this, and we began work. It was not easy to teach her to smile tenderly, the way a woman should smile. Even sitting in order to be seductive, as befits a woman, was not easy for her at first. For a long time we learned to smile, offer a hand, sit in a chair pulled up by a man. And an hour and a half later there was a sweet and gentle woman in front of me, whom I wanted to take care of, take her hand, warm her tender fingers. Everything in us is from childhood, but how carefully we need to handle these flowers of our life - children, so as not to harm them with ours unskillful love... Mimicry in nature is a protective property of living creatures that take on colors in the style of the landscape in order not to be noticed by predators and to escape their teeth. In humans, mimicry is often associated with the need to conform to the attitudes of a reference group or specific significant people in order to gain their recognition or love. We, parents, sometimes don’t notice how we put the most difficult experiences into the psyche of our beloved children, which subsequently form various complexes. But these are, again, difficult times. And without childhood complexes, many women have become so courageous that they have forgotten about their essence. This is happening all over the world. Women who sought equality with men outplayed the game. A toughness has appeared in us, a strength that suppresses men who have become more feminine. The mother often becomes the head of the family and provides for it. I don't have the patience to inspire my husband, to make him stronger. There is no room for judgment here, but this is the problem.