They both did the best they could.
Dad grew up dirt poor with no main in the house so his idea of being a Father was to provide for his family. He did a great job at that but I didn't get to spend much time with him. I understand his motivation now, but when I was a kid I just wanted him to spend time with me and he couldn't see the importance in that. He traded in my Mom for a newer model when I was 10, but the checks kept coming.
Mom was the most caring person I've ever met. She gave us everything she had and then some. Even when she was dieing of a brain tumor she was more concerned about being a burden than anything else.
Dad taught me that spending time with my kids is more important than making money. Mom taught me how to love.
HM: 1:44:18 (05/06/13) | FM: 3:54:51 (3/16/13)
Marine Corps Marathon (10/27) - Goal: ?
curmudgeon at large
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year-old French prostitute named Chloé with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament ... My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon ... luge lessons ... In the spring, we'd make meat helmets ... When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds — pretty standard, really. At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, a Zoroastrian named Vilmer ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum — it's breathtaking ... I suggest you try it.
Actually I had a great set of parents. I was adopted and could not have picked a better set. They taught me to laugh and love life, to work hard and expect the best from others.
Ball of Fury
Lol...now I am just picturing you with your pinky finger up by your mouth, stroking your bald kitty kat!
PRs: 5K 22:59, 10K 46:54,HM: 1:51:15
My parents taught us the value of doing things as a family. We went camping constantly as kids.
They also taught us to have a strong work ethic. My dad's motto is if you aren't on your death bed, get your ass up and go to work and earn everything you have! It's a real shame that so many people don't share his thought on work. For the record, he's about to turn 72 and is at work today (construction).
Run till your hat drips!
Joined the Sub-30 5K club on 3/23/13
Goal Race: Savannah RnR Half Marathon on 11/9/13
Be careful of the toes that you step on, because they may be connected to the ass that you have to kiss.
My dad was a marathon runner and mountain climber back in the day. So, I grow up learning the importance of physical activity, he was big on the 'no pain, no gain' concept . Sorry BFers that S wasn't invented here. At 77 he rides his bike 20+ mile every day that the weather allows. Yesterday we went skiing (me on a snowboard @50 y/o) and believe me, you would never guess that he's 77, he can still tear it up pretty good.
My mom is an artist, and probably I've inherited more of her creative talent than my dad's athletic talent, but being an artist is a really crappy way to make a living, I decided a long time ago that lifestyle wouldn't be for me. I do try keep my creative side alive with photography and cooking
My parents are great. I had a very good childhood, I would say. It was rocked very powerfully when we were 16 (me), 13 (brother) and 10 (sister), however, when my dad came out as a gay man. I think nothing has shaped our lives more than learning to cope with a separation and divorce due to such a unique factor.
As the eldest, I was sort of the bridge between my parents, since I was the only one who really spent time at my father’s apartment after the divorce, and I was really the only one who met his new friends and experienced his new life. I was most definitely shaped by the experience of, at 16-18 years old, having friends who had AIDS.
My parents also very much stressed education. We all went to very good schools, were all pressured into being at the top of our classes (I graduated 9 out of 500), all had to have hobbies outside the house and had to be Bar/Bat Mitzvah’ed. We were regularly quizzed about state capitals and current affairs around the dinner table, and encouraged to make friends who did better than we did in school so that we might aspire for something better for ourselves.
I love when good traits are passed on from parents to children, like is the case with so many of you.
My mom loved to travel. She couldn't afford it much, on a teacher's salary, but she managed to find a job as an elementary teacher in France and she took both my sister and myself to Paris, just the three of us, and we lived there for a year, when I was 10. I came back a different child and it was by far my best childhood year. I enjoy travelling as well, and dream of living abroad for awhile. My mom was also an excellent French teacher and she taught me to respect languages. Except for "shit", she can't speak a word of English, though. She also has a knack for decoration and has given me some of her skills. But, like her, I could never cook. We live on a diet of chicken, white rice and boiled carrots.
PRs: Boston Marathon, 3:27, April 15th 2013
Cornwall Half-Marathon, 1:35, April 27th 2013
kind of a big deal
my parents taught me that if i wanted to buy something, i needed to save up the money first. as a result, i never went nuts with financing and credit cards, and i never buried myself under a mountain of debt. i give them a huge amount of credit for that one.
my parents were also really involved in my education. they read to me and taught me my ABC's at a really young age. my mom was involved at school and with my girl scout troop. my dad spent a lot of weeknights with me on the living room floor working on homework. it was really important to them that my brother and i both go as far as we could with our education. i ended up with two masters degrees. lots of kudos to mom and dad for that one as well.
My mom taught me strength. She raised me alone until I was 7. She didn't settle or make us deal with a crappy guy just because she was lonely Or the money aspect would be easier. She made a great guy come along and decide to let him in and be my dad. She also is the big reason why I am a Tom boy and why I am so open minded to gender roles, she wouldn't ever let me have any thing boyish colors or get dirty. I cried when I got my first bike, a girl's pink desert rose bike instead of a blue and gold BMX boys bike like my best friend(who was a boy). She's gonna love the fact that tonight on my 12yo's birthday cake is a pink My Little Pony! Hey, he chose it....so deal.
My dad was a great provider. He always went to work with a smile on his face and came home with one. He wasn't the huggy or sports playing type, but he always made us feel loved for who we were and that we were great! Strong hands and warm heart! Good guy, people like my dad!
All in all, I had a great childhood. Other than my mom & being afraid of letting us like what we wanted without fear that we might be gay(which none of us 3 are, and if we were, so?) they were always there with a kind word and support. Never spanked or hit us. Never yelled at us. Made us feel like we were listened to.
They cared more about fighting with each other than preparing me to be independent. I get along with both of them when I stop thinking of them as my parents.
In retrospect, my dad did the best he could. I don't think he really knew how to be a parent, but he provided for us.
This is tough. My parents were very young when they had me- teenagers. I was the oldest of 4 and the one thing not lacking was unconditional love. Seriously, my parents loved/love us so much and we always knew that. My dad was a hard worker and sometimes would work 2-3 jobs. But they didn't manage money well so things were usually tight.
My mom was never happy with her weight regardless of how thin she was. Her constant obsessing over it and berating herself caused lifelong issues with me and my 2 sisters,
One thing I try hard not to resent was the fact that our parents never pushed us. Ever. Good enough was good enough. I was a very self driven person, thankfully, and cared about my grades. I took it upon myself to fill out all the college loan applications/scholarships to get aid for school. I was only 16 when I started and I did it all myself- my parents were proud that I went to college but never did anything to get me there.
Because my mom married (yes married!) my dad at 16 and had me at 18, she couldn't relate to me at all as a teenager. I truly raised myself from about age 14 on, and moved out as soon as I turned 17.
My younger siblings don't have my self-motivation and my parents let them take the easy road with everything. It makes me sad because their lives are so much harder now than they had to be.
I have a good relationship with my parents and they have no idea about my resentments...they did the best they could and loved us SO much. Huh, typing all that out was rather carthotic!
Bless your heart.
toss my salad, brah
Oh, what the hell, I might as well do this ...
The details of my life are quite inconsequential ... Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year-old French prostitute named Chloé with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament ... My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon ... luge lessons ... In the spring, we'd make meat helmets ... When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds — pretty standard, really. At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, a Zoroastrian named Vilmer ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum — it's breathtaking ... I suggest you try it.
I am the youngest of 5 by 9 years and my Dad always called me Bo Bo. I came along late in their lives. I am daddy's girl but have never heard him use my real name much until last year when he had a hip replacement and I went to stay with them to help out for 2 weeks. He seemed to always be hollaring out my name. My Mom is an awesome woman who I miss very much. She suffers from Alzheimer's so even though I see her often she doesn't always see me... I was raised in a very loving home and wouldn't change a thing. (except Alzheimer's)
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