You know those things your parents did or said to you as a child that have stuck with you into adulthood? The words or statements, looks or actions that when witnessed as an adult take you right back to your 8-year-old self?
Ever take it full circle and wonder what things you do or say that will stick with your child into adulthood? I wonder more often than not if it’ll be the silly things that make them laugh or the looks that make them cringe.
My memories include my sister and brother teaching me to spell Laurie – M-O-N-K-E-Y. To this day I blame that trick as the reason I can’t spell my own name correctly! I seriously carried a dictionary with me until the internet/smart phone age.
Or my sister drawing on my forehead and then cutting my bangs to match? Every time I get a hair cut I recall this and just giggle.
Or walking down, no falling down the stairs, head over heels while not spilling a drop of my sister’s soda. She was in bed after knee surgery and I kept tickling her foot. Anytime I see her scars from her knee surgery I remember annoying the living hell out of her by tickling her immobilized leg. (I was only 4 so be nice – I was little.)
Playing checkers with my mom. Anytime I see a checker board I remember playing checkers. She was so patient because I would want to play again and again and again. I’m sure she was ready to throw that checker board out the window but she never did.
Polishing my dad’s shoes when he was getting ready to umpire. That was my job. I knew I had to do it right or he’d have me do it again. Always showing me the right way patiently.
Every time I check dates on foods I remember the time I threw all the cereals aways – by dumping the contents into the garbage – because I thought they’d expired. Not realizing that the June on the expiration date was the June to come, not the June past. My mom just shook her head. “Let’s get this cleaned up.”
My dad hollering in German. That meant to HURRY IT UP NOW. RUN. it was time to go and we had somewhere to be.
When I hear my kids practicing their instruments I remember how my grandpa would suggest I practice my flute outside so the horses could hear. Or so that he could continue to let me live and not have to tell me to get the hell outside before he lost his damn mind.
All of my memories are happy ones.
I so hope I am leaving my children happy memories from life. I know I’m a banshee. I speak too sharply too often.
I’m working on it.
My patience isn’t great either. Again, I’m trying to remember my kids are just that…kids. Who are quickly growing into young adults who sooner than later will be leaving. Moving to college and onto adulthood where …..one day…..they will be forced to ponder the questions of what they are doing to MY GRANDCHILDEN!!
“It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men.” – Frederick Douglas
EJ out – to snuggle a spawn…who grew 3 – THREE – inches since November. No wonder none of her pants were long enough.