Confessions: The Early Years 1
My parents knew absolutely nothing about raising children. In fact, they sucked at it. I had a toothbrush and toothpaste, but the emphasis was more on not dropping the toothpaste tube top down the bathroom sink drain. I lost my front teeth to decay by 6th grade. The Grammer school had to call my parents to suggest I have my eyes examined. I’ll NEVER forget the first time I put glasses on. The world EXPLODED in my face; things sparkled! It was unbelievable. I remember as an adult telling my parents: “If you guys ever win the Lottery, I’ll be suing your ass for child abuse.”
I cannot remember if I ever told my parents I loved them. I’d like to think I did, but I cannot for the life of me specifically remember saying “it”. I say it now to my lovely wife and son and my brother. It’s not like I CAN’T say it, its maybe they never said it to me. We were not an “I Love You” type family. But I knew I was loved when I saw my mother’s lovely smile whenever I did something good or got dressed nice. My father – not so much. But I believed. It’s not like I had any comparisons.
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