tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904534210976358782.post2484460940836972414..comments2023-05-11T06:01:57.977-07:00Comments on Family Tracks: An important lifeDebbie Jansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13081670752103539862noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904534210976358782.post-42228302021491723562007-09-12T09:02:00.000-07:002007-09-12T09:02:00.000-07:00I believe bad memories fade, becuase good is stron...I believe bad memories fade, becuase good is stronger, like love it will survive to nourish us once again.<BR/>When I was younger, after my parents divorced, things were tough. We didn't have much money to do anything. At 12 years old I had to start working at our church cutting the grass in the summer and shoveling sidewalks in the winter, all for the large sum of $2.00 an hour, cash. Remember I was only 12, so i wans't on the payroll, my money came from petty cash. I had to work because I had to start buying my own school clothes, because, my mother simply didn't make enough to buy clothes for me and my sister. I gladly went to work, because I knew that at 12 I had become the man of the house.<BR/>What I remember most, though, was the 1 week vacation my mom got from work every year. She always took it during the summer to spend time with us. Each day of her vacation we did something different. Remember, there wasnt' much money so things were ususally small, like one day going miniature golfing, the next day a picnic at the park. The highlight of the week was usually a trip to Sea World or Geauga Lake for the day.<BR/>What I remember most was a conversation I overheard my mother having on the phone with someone I can't recall now. I don't remember any other part of the conversation except the phrase that lingers with me to this day, "I enjoy these kids so much, thats why I can do without." Up until that point I figured she did what she did out of duty as a mother, but, after I heard that statement, I realized how much me and my sister were loved. After that, what I had or didn't have became less of an issue, I was loved and I knew it. I knew it not because she told me, but because she told someone else, and told them gladly.<BR/>Debbie you are right, its the things that appear monotonous and small, that seem to have the biggest influence in families.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com