Aunt Norie’s Sewing Room
After the column on our dad teaching us to listen: I learned and recognized years later those (eastern) Kansas prairie rattlesnakes and their warning sound we'd be sure to hear. That of course was reason enough to make sure we were always listening to all the sounds around us.
After that column, my sister sent me this e-mail I'd like to share with all of you. Now to quote her: "I like remembering also another thing about the old days. I realize how fortunate we were to have such wonderful parents. All of our childish concerns were handled on the spot, we knew we were safe and -- loved. I think they encouraged us to be individual thinkers ... and filled us with self-confidence that has done us well in our lifetimes."
Continuing on, she said, "I see children in situations today that almost make me cry. They have so little of what we considered a part of life. You can see, as you watch them grow into young adults they have no starch. Whichever way the wind blows is their direction ... no solid guidelines".
"I realize more and more each day that we are a composite of our backgrounds. The product of those little episodes of daily problem solving, were building blocks. They are the foundation of our contentment today."
Right here between Mother's Day and Father's Day, I thought was a great time to share this with you.
Thanks much, Mary, you said it so well.
Hug those kids and thank your parents. Parenting is a tough job sometimes, but oh, such great rewards. I now call my crew of six my "Gold mine."
Bye and God bless.
-- Aunt Norie, P.O. Box 265, Tonganoxie 66086, firstname.lastname@example.org.