Hubby and I were so different as children.
Today after school EB came home
with one of his friends. They wanted to head over to the friends and do
some skateboarding. Dot asked if she could tag along and the boys were
okay with that.
The original plan was for EB and Dot to ride their bikes over, but that was
changed when EB realized that it would be a major safety hazard as well as
extremely hard to carry his skateboard over while riding his bike.
Hubby wasn't sure about any of this. Firstly, he was upset that EB
brought a tag along home with him. He wanted to keep him in as punishment
for that. Hubby grew up in a house where you didn't allow any of your
friends within a stones throw without first getting your parents permission.
I pointed out to Hubby he was being his Dad and he quickly dropped that.
Then Hubby was upset about them wanting to ride their bikes in this cold.
What? You never rode your bike in the winter? I asked him. He
didn't, he really didn't. As a matter of fact he was barely allowed out of
the house if it was cold out. Figures, with his Mom. She thinks that
if it isn't sunny and hotter than an oven out then nobody should step a foot
outside unless it's to walk the dog. And even then, she feels that you
should just go onto your front porch and watch as the dog shits on your
neighbors lawn.
Classy lady.
I told the kids to go out and have fun. After they left I asked Hubby if he remembered the talk we had about the kids getting out of the house in the winter. I asked him if he remembered anything we'd discussed about how EB needs to do things with his friends in order to have friends. Hubby smiled sheepishly.
That's when it dawned on me just how different our childhoods had been.
I grew up in a house that at any given time during any particular season could
be overrun with children. My parents house was the gathering spot.
If it was nice out we'd either be goofing around in the front yard, or if we
were inside the lawn would be strew with all manner of child's bike.
We played outside, no matter what the weather. Be it spring, summer,
winter or fall, if it was sunny, over cast or raining buckets, we would be found
outside and having a grand old time to boot.
Yes it's true that I had a some bad things go on when I was a kid, yes it's true
that I had a lot of pent up anger and other issues as well. But it's also
true that I had fun with my friends. It's true that my house was filled to
over capacity with kids, and my parents never said a damn negative word about
it.
Sure I'm mad at my parents for lots of things that they did or didn't do in my
life. But I'm also more than grateful for the wonderful things that they
did for us kids too.
6:13 p.m. - February 13, 2006
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