So we’re sitting at the dinner table, discussing some of the places we saw while we were in Los Angeles. A few were places that I would have rather not have had to explain to a 10 year old (strip club, a bar with men dancing in their tighty whiteys, medicinal marijuana bars…) you get the idea. My mother said something about “don’t go to Europe then – they are a lot more liberal and you would see even more of that there.” She then went on to tell a story about when she lived in Holland. While riding their bikes through one of the “red light” districts, one of her brothers asked my Oma (my grandmother) why were these women sitting in the windows, knitting. Oma explained they were just passing the time, avoiding the question of what the women were really doing. Fast forward back to this evening, upon hearing this story the 10 year old at dinner said “maybe Oma (my mother) should do that since she likes to knit so much.” It was impossible for any of us adults to keep a straight face. Some day I’ll have to explain to her what she said and why it was so funny.
If you could only take one thing with you, what would you take?
I asked my daughter this question the other day, in the midst of disciplining her, and her response, without missing a beat, was “you.” Not something material; like her favorite bear, or her favorite pet, or any of the Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus paraphenalia that covers her room, but something directly from the heart. The sincerity and purity of her response blew me away. It also got me thinking, what one thing would I take? Not just from my home and all the stuff I have collected over the years, but what one thing would I take from this life?
So, I ask again, if you could only take one thing with you, what would you take?
Did I really say that? I vowed as a kid to never say that to my kids. Famous last words. Now I’ve said it. Just yesterday in fact was the first time. In the 7 1/2 years we’ve had Amy, (she was one year old when we adopted her) I have managed to come up with a different answer, usually an explanation of some sorts. But yesterday, it finally came out.
Ack! I’ve become my parents.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents. They are wonderful people, they have taught me a lot over the years, and I know I gave them a lot of grief over the years too. But when you are a kid you always think I’m going to be different than my parents were. I’m not going to have those same battles, I’m not going to say the same things.
But now it’s out there. Will I say it again? Probably.