Saturday, February 11, 2012
I was raised in the city. My dad worked swing shifts in the steel mills in South Chicago. He commuted to work by train and stayed over at his sister's home when he had to work a double shift. My mom never worked outside our home. They were really my aunt and uncle and by the time I went to live with them, their youngest daughter was 10. I got my first job at 13 as a car hop in a local root beer stand and also babysat for our neighbor. From that time on I always had a job. I didn't need one, but I always felt that I should provide as much as I could for myself. If you were home when supper was ready you ate. If not, it was fend for yourself. I bought most of my own clothes and paid for my own expenses.
My daughter and the boys will be moving to their own home next weekend. She has leased a home located about a mile from us. Terry and I have the same and different emotions about the move. He and I were discussing those feelings this morning. It occurred to me that the reason we feel so differently about the boys moving out has everything to with the way each of us was raised.
In one way, our feelings are the same. He had a really good childhood in a loving family home. He wants that same thing for the boys. I had a not so great childhood being raised in a dysfunctional family. I want the boys to have that loving family too. Things are different in this day. A loving family is not always a mom, dad and children. What is normal, anyway? We did our job. We were there when they needed us, and we will be here when they need us to be, for what ever the current need is.
I don't worry about who is going to make sure they get to school on time. Will they keep their grades up.
Will their clothes be clean. I don't reason that they have a mom to be sure it all gets done. I know that I have made sure they know how to do laundry, cook, and keep their rooms clean. Terry has taught them how to do all the things boys should know and maybe some they shouldn't ~lol~. Did I say that?
Notice my picture? Change is coming for all of us. If you know me, you know the sun is my shining symbol of hope and well being. The sun is there too, right in the picture assuring me that it's a good thing.