I have loved life from the time I was born. I have this vivid memory that won't quit — thinking back to when I was three years old, standing in the kitchen in my blue pajamas. I looked up at my Mother and smiled. I said, "Mommy, I love you with all my fingers!" My Father with a twinkle in his eyes said, "What about Daddy?" I thought for a quick second and said, "Daddy, I love you with all my toes!" My Father laughed. What can I say I was always good at math from a young age!
My parents were my best friends. I liked them and enjoyed their company. When my Dad would go for a run, I would trail behind him on my bike and my dog in tow. When my Mother would get up early for her morning devotional, I was right there beside her. She would say, "Trisha, you can sit here as long as you are quiet." I would have my bible, and she would have hers. I would pretend to read. I just wanted to be close to her. You had to do whatever it took to get your time in when you had three other siblings who were also vying for attention.
As I reflect on my life, I am so grateful for my parents and the positive role they played. I am glad I stayed close to them. I appreciate and respect the team effort my parents played. My father worked so hard sometimes working three jobs so my Mother could stay home to take care of us kids. My Father never bought ANYTHING for himself - he always put his kids and my Mother and his grandkids before himself even if it meant not buying a new pair of jeans, golf clubs, or a vehicle. If one of his children wanted to pursue a new business venture, masters degree, to study in Argentina or wanted a fabulous wedding my Father worked so that these opportunities were possible. If their grandkids needed anything (music lessons, private school, daycare or they were to host their grandkids entire soccer team for a meal), my parents put them first. My parents never judged their children and when they made lifestyle choices different then theirs they accepted them unconditionally. When their children were sick they would do whatever it took to help them feel better and their grandchildren too. All they wanted to do was be a help, love and to give freely.
My world was turned upside down two years ago when my Mother passed away. I miss her every day. In the morning I get up early and have my quiet time just like I use to with my Mother as a child, I usually cry (after a few minutes ) I start my devotional and then get on with my day. The bright spot in my day is my Father; he is so warm and selfless and will give you the shirt off his back if you need it. I am so blessed to have my Father. I am proud to have him as a business partner. I am pleased for what he stands for as a person. He is everything good.
My Mother would always call me her little chick who would follow her everywhere and my Dad would call me his little shadow from the time I was six until I was in my 40's. They would joke about the fact that I never left the nest. I would say, "I like it here...It's so cozy." Part of it is, I wanted to look out for them, and I believe in honoring them. It goes back to Exodus 20:12. However, the reality is that it is a privilege to honor my parents.
Anymore, I feel like honor has been tossed to the wayside. So many adult children take their parents for granted and only think of themselves. After all, is it not your parents who loved, fed, clothed, educated and helped mold you into who you are today? When you do honor your parents...The joy is immeasurable, and blessing abounds.
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