I’m thankful for my parents, Dave and Helen. Though theirs was a true May/December romance, they were perfectly paired. Mom was practical, organized, and logical. Daddy was the conscious and the…enforcer!
Mom was poised, insightful, and sometimes, downright prissy. Daddy was…well, think of that old song by Gladys Knight and the Pips – “Daddy Could Swear” – yeah…THAT was Daddy. My siblings and I went nuts when that song first came out. When we finally got our down-home-blues lovin’ father to listen to the words, all he could do was duck his head and grin.
Like all parents, Dave and Helen had hopes and dreams for their children. And like true southern parents, they also had expectations OF their children. Respect was the order of the day. Respect your parents, elders, family, and self. Sacrifice was next. Other than birthday and Christmas gifts, nothing was simply given to us. They believed anything worth having was worth hard work, and if necessary, sacrifice. This one didn’t bother me the way it did some of my sibs because I’d do just about anything for books and music.
Family came next. With nine children in the house, we didn’t need any playmates – and we always had a blast. Our favorite times were Saturday nights, when with enough begging, we’d get Daddy to dance. It was never a problem getting Mom to go down the Soul Train line.
So many great memories – so many good times. When all my sibs get together, our favorite subject is “the big blue house.”
We each took those beliefs and values with us when we left and raised our own families much the same way we were raised. Mother and Daddy set the standard, and a great example.
Daddy is no longer with us, but his eccentricities and infamous lectures during “the learning years” live on in us…and our children. Mom is amazing at eighty-one years young. Still living alone, still driving. Still trying to get down the Soul Train line.
Some things never change, and I’m thankful for that.
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