Every year on June 26th, I’m reminded that it was my parent’s wedding anniversary. On my bedroom wall, I have a framed telegram that my dad sent to my mother when he was in Germany during a tour of duty in the army. Its message is brief, wishing a Merry Christmas to his “darling” and all the family. To some, this greeting may seem simple and insignificant, but packed between the lines are layers of love, respect, and longing.
I grew up in the 50’s and 60’s in a happy household. My parents made sure my two sisters and I didn’t want for anything. I can say with certainty if we really needed it we had it, even if they did without things they needed. I remember what life was like then. My dad had a good job in a bank, and my mother also worked outside of the home. My paternal grandmother lived with us, too. We had a busy home. No matter what was going on around us, though, we always knew we could count on Mom and Daddy. They were our rocks; our steady guides through the unknowns of life.
After supper, we had devotionals. Daddy would read from “The Upper Room.” Quite honestly, I thought it was boring, but I see now what he was trying to accomplish. If nothing else, it held us there as a family and we spent time together. Never mind that at least one of the girls would rather be outside playing kick the can with the neighborhood kids.
When Sunday came, we got up and went to church. It was just part of our life. There wasn’t any questioning as to whether we would go or not. We just put on our Sunday clothes and went.
As I reflect on the foundation that my parents gave me, I am reminded that not everyone is so fortunate. My parents loved each other and their girls unconditionally, just like The Father loves us. By their wonderful example, I am able to understand what Christ wants for me in my life.
Thank you Mom and Daddy. Happy Anniversary.
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This is such a loving tribute to two beautiful people who set the bar high so their children would learn to reach high with their own standards. Your parents would be so pleased with the results of their endeavors! Beautifully and sensitively written, Betty.
Betty,
I love reading your articles so much. I love how you integrate past family experiences into your stories. They take me back in time to some of the best times of my life. Spent with you and your family. Keep up the great work. I look forward to more.
