I don’t know if every adult goes down the path of resolving childhood experiences with those of adulthood, but that’s been my journey for two years. A little over a year ago, I wrote how I was having a hard time remembering good experiences from my childhood years. Those memories are finally re-surfacing and are coming to mind more often than the painful ones.
Today, I’m thankful for my parents and the good memories I have with them. I thought I’d share a few of them.
Memories of daddy:
- walks in the garden together
- fishing {he always baited my hook}
- listening from the backseat of the car as he drove and recited Bible verses he was memorizing
- him telling outrageous stories about a green dragon
- annual shopping trips to buy Mom’s Christmas gifts
Memories of mother:
- rocking me to sleep in the rocking chair
- teaching me to swing at the playground
- listening to her play the piano many nights
- listening to her sing, whether at home, in the car, or at church
- home-cooked meals almost every night {after she worked all day}
- spending an entire day baking candy before Christmas
I’m thankful that there are many good memories, and for the time and opportunity to make more. I’m thankful that they did the best job parenting they knew how. That’s all any of us can do.
