My mom spent a lot of time while I was in grade school,
trying to convince me to wear saddle shoes.
I thought saddle shoes were dumb, and refused to wear them.
As it turns out, when she was a girl in the 50’s saddle
shoes were all the rage, and being Amish, she wasn’t allowed to wear them. Way to pin your old dreams onto me mom!
And yet, who thinks that every child will be thrilled from
head to toe with a new book? Me, yes me.
Who wants our little family to spend evening’s together sitting on the
couch reading our respective books? Me
Who thinks this is a bit ridiculous, and that it is not
quality family time? Yes, my children’s father.
The point is, the things I love, my own dreams, I am passionate about bringing
those same things into the lives of my children.
The things Gene loves and has good memories of, I am not so
passionate about bringing into the lives of our children. We also don’t have a huge overlap in fond
Gene has good memories when he was a boy of lying on the
floor and watching fish swim around in his parent’s 30 gallon fish tank. He learned about guppies this way.
I first learned about guppies by reading Henry Huggins, by
Beverly Cleary. (If you’re interested, Henry buys a couple of guppies and they
reproduce like crazy, and he fills all his mother’s canning jars with guppies,
which is fine until his mother needs to do some preserving. It’s an old-school
book; part of the charm)
So, Gene wants to buy a fish tank for our family. Not a small tank though, a gigantic tank that
needs its own special cabinet to hold its weight. I would rather buy Henry Huggins.
So while our children are busy developing their own
interests, Gene and I try to sway each of them to buy into our ideas of what constitutes
a happy childhood.
This could get interesting yet.
To you parents that have walked on the tightrope of blending
two parents together into one harmonious unit, I nod my head to you. You have my respect, because it is not easy.