REFLECTIONS, MOTHER'S AND FATHER'S DAY

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It  has been over a year since I have written in this blog.  Life happened.  A year ago I lost my father.    Four years ago in the same month I lost my Mother.  They would have been married Seventy years if she had lived nine days longer.  

Today I was working on downsizing my collected "Stuff".  I opened a box of papers intending to throw most of them away.  On the top were three papers.  I went to the computer and found they were not in the word files.  I needed to type them in.   While putting them down for posterity, I thought these might be pertinent for others, at least a variation of the text.  

I miss my parents even though I was separated by distance for over fifty years.   I miss being able to call and tell them about the day's discoveries, or the up coming adventures.  I miss hearing about their future plans and the adventures they were still having.

Father’s Day

_{Every day is Father’s Day.  You don’t get holidays off.  You are always on the job.  From the moment your first born is conceived you are a father.  In that moment of time you became a counselor, instructor, religious director, personal shopper, medic, travel agent, party planner, dentist(remember all those baby teeth), college director, marriage counselor, financial planner, and last but not least rescuer.  I am sure there are many hats you have worn.  Your job description is constantly changing.}

_{You have six children, who are now grown with children of their own.  Your Job has taken new directions.  You were not given the privilege of auditioning for these roles.  They were thrust in your lap.  You were given another set of hats to wear.}

_{You are a father, grandfather, great grandfather, each requiring full attention and dedication.  Each with new hats and none you were able to try on first to see if they would fit.} 

_{You have been adlibing, winging it, doing your very best for sixty-one years.  On this day, dedicate to fathers all over the world, I want to tell you, you have done an awesome job.}

_{You are a supreme Haberdasher!}

_{With love,}

_{Your first born.}

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_{To Mom on Father’s Day}

_{Father’s can’t be father’s unless there is a mom.  You are there making the house he built into a home for the children he has given you.  You are there helping him to feed, clothe and plan the future of the family.  Sharing every moment and every decision.}

_{You are a gourmet cook, a seamstress, a maid, a medicine woman, an organizer, a librarian, an interior decorator, a human resource director, a teacher, a children’s activities director, an educational planner, a chauffeur, there have been too many jobs you have had to hold to list them all.}

_{You are worth your weight in gold.  Every haberdasher needs a loyal dedicated partner.}

_{With love,}

_{From a recipient of superb partners}

_{From a Daughter on Father’s Day}

_{I am sixty years old,}

_{A little girl I see,}

_{No matter how old I am,}

_{My dad you’ll always be.}

_{I remember many things,}

_{When I was two you rescued me,}

_{From the fall on the furnace grate,}

_{Which was as hot as hot can be.}

_{Do you remember a morning car ride,}

_{In the rain, to my elementary school,}

_{I was leaning against the car door,}

_{It swung open; I fell out like a fool.}

_{Later, in that same year,}

_{Some discipline you thought I did need,}

_{My head, by accident, the sink did bump,}

_{Split right open, went for stitches indeed.}

_{My first formal dance,}

_{When I was just thirteen,}

_{A dress from the Purple Shop,}

_{You made me feel like a queen.}

_{You smiled and had the camera there,}

_{The dress was blue and had no straps,}

_{You looked lovingly at mom,}

_{Saying, “She’s growing up perhaps.”}

_{Many times, many places,}

_{With Mom at your side,}

_{Many memories, through the years,}

_{Together you have cried.}

_{Tears of happiness and joy,}

                                         Tears of sadness and need,                                        

_{There have been many tears,}

_{Because you planted one tiny seed.}

I love you

Other blog sites by me:

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who has become a hidden treasure.

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 Check out "A MYSTERY IN THE MAKING"
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http://gloriouscreations.blogspot.com/2013/07/a-mystery-in-making.html

http://organicinstlouis.blogspot.com

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blogs about Seed sprouting, insects, and garden pictures

http://bakingatbabas.blogspot.com/

an intro to baking for kids.