So, Father started the whole deal and Mother brought us into the world. Thus, we tend to love our mothers a lot and Dad ... ? Well, he did what he thought he should and set an example for us to either follow or ignore. Not to say that there aren't some fabulous fathers out there, but Mom was the one who nurtured us, made us feel safe and gave us hope, depending on the amount of attention she chose to bestow upon us.
It seems that most of the issues folks have in life can be traced back to Mom and Dad's quality of child rearing. It's difficult to understand why they were the way they were and why they did what they did. But, that's the way they were and that's what they did.
You really can't fully grasp the art of parenthood until it's your turn in the cycle of life and you have children of your own—end of story. Perhaps it's time for us to remember the good times with the parents and forgive the other times not so good. They most likely did what they considered was their best during the struggle of raising us, and now it's our turn to do the same in this chaotic world of today.
This Sunday, we honor our fathers. Mom was honored last month and received flowers, candy, a night on the town with many accolades and crafted cards of gratitude. Dad will probably get a tie, a store-bought card or a collect call. That's just the way it is.
I loved my father, I love my kids and life goes on.
Nice talking to you.
