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Sannhet
We are both of them for the Divine Spark in each of us includes both male and female.
posted by
ravencat18
on October 18, 2005 at 3:38 PM
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Ca88andra
You are SO right...immortality is passed through our children. The future is truly in the hands of our children...that's why I believe that teachers are underpaid...and that it's important that we, as "adults" teach them lessons starting with Love.
posted by
ravencat18
on October 18, 2005 at 3:37 PM
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Avant
Wow...sounds like you had a spectacular Dad...and that you've learned some great lessons from him. The greatest compliment you've given him is 1. grandkids and 2. making sure you've passed on the legacy of love to your children.
posted by
ravencat18
on October 18, 2005 at 3:34 PM
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Raven -
Moms are cool! So are Dads! I don't want to be either of them. I want to be both of them.
posted by
sannhet
on October 18, 2005 at 10:00 AM
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I can relate so well to this! I often stop myself from saying things that my mother would say. Sometimes I even catch myself eating in the same way, or looking for my sunglasses when they are on top of my head - just like she did! I guess we all gain immortality through our children.
posted by
Ca88andra
on October 18, 2005 at 3:49 AM
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ravencat
You had me laughing on that one. I see my dad in myself,too. But, my dad had many good qualities that I am proud of. I see how hard a job he had working with four kids. My mom would always say, 'You wait til your father gets home.' He would come in and grow incensed at a litany of offenses given him by Mom. He would line us up and paddle us good.
He's gone now, having succumbed to brain cancer in '89. I talk to thin air and tell him I love him. He always wanted a grandson, and now he has two with one on the way Nov.7. He hangs around here a lot. My oldest boy sees his picture and says, 'There's pa-pa.' I ask him what pa-pa says, and he replies, "pa-pa loves you."
I want to retain the things I cherish about my dad. He would come home from work, his herniated disk driving him crazy, and spend two hours in a catcher's position while I pitched away. We went fishing together a lot, and he never questioned why I had to go to the four corners of the lake, instead of fishing beside him with minnows. He taught me to drive safely and skilledly. I've used the techniques he taught me even today.
Being my dad isn't so bad after all, I think.
posted by
avant-garde
on October 18, 2005 at 3:33 AM
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