Lifes little obtacles...

Lifes little obtacles...
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Tuesday, September 14, 2010

The real heroes........

Good Morning!!! I see you decided to join me once more. I hope it's not for the coffee. You see, I drink it strong. Really strong. And black. No additives please!!! Just strong, black and hot. Its got to be hot. Nothing worse than cold, lukewarm coffee. Most people don't like it as strong as I do and this morning I think I overdosed the amount because I can barely get this down ,but of course I will.I have been thinking about my last post and I feel I must devote some time and tell you about my Mom and Dad.Words seem to escape me when I try to think of a place to start. You see there is so much to say.I guess the beginning is a good place. Dad and Mom met in grade school. Dad is said to be heard in the lunch line during his 9th grade year as saying, " See that girl standing there? One day i am going to marry her." Dad was an all star athlete on the football team.{ They didn't even have face masks invented yet}Mom was a majorette with the band and they dated exclusively all thru school. In their senior year, they were nominated and were crowned the prom's King and Queen. What an honor to have all your peers consider you to be their choice for their representation of the school. After graduation, they indeed married and began their journey together through life with all the promises made to young couples. Mom got a job as a top executive secretary and Dad took a job at the power company until he went into the Army.Dad and Mom wanted to start a family of their own and after trying for five years and having no progress, they turned to adoption. Fulfilling all the requirements and alot of red tape they were able to adopt a little boy, pictured above. Little did they know that the little boy was to be such a handful. All they knew is they wanted a family.One of the things the adoption center failed to do is a personality test for both sets of parents as you will see the significance in later stories.You see Mom and Dad worked. They worked really hard and meticulous at whatever they did.They wanted the best for their family and didn't let anything get in the way of that.Mom and Dad raised all of us in the fine style of the Baptists. We attended church at every opportunity and I even spent some time in the junior choir. After the Army, Dad took a job at Kroger super markets as a young draftsmen and he ended up being the Director of Real Estate for them handling million dollar accounts. Dad was a perfectionist and that trait carried him far in his life. Mom opted to be a stay at home Mom and take on all the responsibilities that entailed.We always had most everything we ever wanted and most certainly anything we needed. I even eventually got that bb gun I always wanted for Christmas even though they knew I would shoot myself with it and lose an eye. Every year we would go on vacation to some sunny spot in Florida or some beautiful place down in Kentucky for a couple of weeks. I had a pony to ride whenever we went to my Aunt Silvia's farm. I was so lucky to have known these two people  let alone be able to call them " Dad and Mom". I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that no one except royalty grows up that way but I swear it is all true. No, really !!! That's how it was for me growing up. Mom would even wake us in the morning to these hot Sara Lee coffee cakes that would warm any heart on a cold winter morning. Yes, Mom I never forgot those!!! But you know even though I had everything a person could dream of, I never felt like I belonged. I always knew I was adopted,  and that never mattered much to me. It was something I never could get a handle on it seems. I know they both loved me with all their hearts and only always wanted the best for me and I know I loved them with my whole being as I do now but our core personalities were so different. Even so they are, have been and will always be my heroes.....

1 comment:

  1. What matters is that they loved you and you loved them... I believe that anyone who is willing to go through so much to give so much to someone else's child has to be cut out of some special cloth because raising a child is hard, painful work... and not only do they do it, they jump through hoops to be allowed the right to be called 'parents'. I enjoyed this glimpse into your life, and hope to see more!!!

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