While driving in this morning I saw "A Parents Life Is a Child's Guidebook" on the billboard for a local church. With the holiday season upon us I thought what a timely topic.
Personally, while growing up I never gave much thought to what my mother sacrificed for us.
She basically stayed at home and took care of my grandmother--her mother. My grandmother, you see, had Parkinson's Disease and although she was a strong woman in earlier years she was quite the handful in the latter as one helped her with daily life. The handling was not an issue of personality, more so an issue of the disease and its' complications.
After my grandmother passed away my mother did go into the work force. Having been technically unemployed, except as a caregiver and housewife, she found work as a paid caregiver locally and became "sought out" at times. This changed her confidence level and helped her to do many things she never would do before.
After a few years she became disabled, although never in truly good health from the time that I remember. It took quite a while for her to even acquire the penance she has since obtained.
From her, my mother, I obtained my own sense of compassion and generosity. It took me years to realize this but that is how life presents itself.
The following words below are from a fellow co-worker who, as a parent, gave me his thoughts on what he wished for his children to remember of him
"The legacy that I would leave my children is one of
generosity and love. .... And, I want them to know above all
that my love for them is unconditional."
What imprints are you leaving from your life?
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