My mother was a perfectionist if ever there was one, who'd never praise you for a childish and thus imperfect attempt, but told you immediately what was wrong with it - with the best intentions. It has been an uphill struggle to beat that in-ground attitude. Thanks for your story!
Bringing this back to the top for a reread to remind us how to behave and to be grateful to each other.
Yes, it was worth the wait!!! Thank you so much! My mother burned the toast sometimes, too, and they were married almost 50 years when she passed on. And sometimes Dad wasn't there for dinner, either, because of work or getting caught up in a conversation. Not that they never spoke a harsh word, but mostly they did not, because they took everything as it came, and each thing in its own way was 'good', even 'bad' things. Thanks again, Yvonne. Hugs, Marji
How so true - what a wonderful story. We all should be like this - we are all here to be loved and to love.
Wouldn't it be wonderful not to pick fights over the trivial and just to be like the Dad in the above story - it's just not worth fighting over.
Love Chris
I love these posts with a "MESSAGE"! THANX Yvonne...now I WILL sleep tonite!
Yvonne, so great to see that you have a follow through and got this here - I love this - it is wonderful - thank you! *4u