mothers matter
May. 11th, 2003 04:30 pmMy parents called us the first thing this morning. They were full of news and reports from home. The old party barge that looks like a green pillbox on pontoons is back in the river. My sister's stepdaughter graduated from a high school class at the country school at which my sister teaches--there were 13 graduating seniors this year. School consolidation will probably eliminate that school district next year. School consolidation already eliminated my high school years ago, leaving me a kind of man without a country. The Corps of Engineers is soon bringing its large boat, to take people on a dining cruise. An Arkansas political cartoon used to lampoon the local Corps, portraying it as a huge personified mechanical crane wearing a hat which says "Keep Busy!". I prefer the Corp keeps busy on dinner cruises instead of digging up darter habitat.
My father's class is coming up on its forty fifth reunion. My baby sister will turn 39 in August. My mother told me of books read,about that Miss Julia who does cantankerous things.
My mother suffered serious health setbacks both last year and this year, which make me realize how much she means to me. In our family, she is the binding glue, the stability, and the pragmatic voice of comfort. The front hallway of my parents' house this year contains hundreds of cards from well-wishers. Each card says words to the effect that "I know you're strong, and hang in there". I know my mother is strong, too, and I am glad of her strength. So much in life demands so very much strength, and so much calm determination.
Childhood is such a tough time for so many folks. It almost feels boastful to write what a happy childhood I had. But I had a great mom, and that makes a huge difference.
My father's class is coming up on its forty fifth reunion. My baby sister will turn 39 in August. My mother told me of books read,about that Miss Julia who does cantankerous things.
My mother suffered serious health setbacks both last year and this year, which make me realize how much she means to me. In our family, she is the binding glue, the stability, and the pragmatic voice of comfort. The front hallway of my parents' house this year contains hundreds of cards from well-wishers. Each card says words to the effect that "I know you're strong, and hang in there". I know my mother is strong, too, and I am glad of her strength. So much in life demands so very much strength, and so much calm determination.
Childhood is such a tough time for so many folks. It almost feels boastful to write what a happy childhood I had. But I had a great mom, and that makes a huge difference.
childhood happiness
Date: 2003-05-11 03:46 pm (UTC)i am very grateful to my parents. my childhood was good,though not always happy,but that was and unfortunately still is my temperament. (i'm hoping that's not the end of the story,though!) my parents made possible many happy times in my life.
i pondered today that i am also grateful to my parents for giving me my sisters.
Re: childhood happiness
Date: 2003-05-11 04:31 pm (UTC)Some of us really do.
BTW, you can make parental-type comments in my journal anytime you want. ;)
Oh, I read that wrong. I thought you meant it's important for people who didn't. Ah, never mind.
Re: childhood happiness
Date: 2003-05-11 09:29 pm (UTC)Re: childhood happiness
Date: 2003-05-11 09:40 pm (UTC)there are also siblings who don't like each other.
i think it is wonderful that you are giving the thought in regards to your child,though. is that him/her in your user picture? sweet.
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Date: 2003-05-11 07:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-11 10:53 pm (UTC)This was a sweet post.