CHILDHOOD MEMORIES ⎢PARENTHOOD
Pooh Bear Visits My Childhood, Parenthood, And Now
Memories of Winnie the Pooh crystallize my appreciation for my father
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my —
“ — Mom, I think I’m forgetting what Daddy looks like!” I opened my eyes, lifted my head from my praying hands, and worriedly looked up at Mom as she knelt beside me.
“Oh honey,” she chuckled, tickled that her baby girl missed her daddy who traveled extensively. “He’ll be back soon,” she reassured me. “I’m sure you won’t forget him.”
This is one of Mom’s fond memories she enjoyed sharing as a young mother with her friends. I must have been around five or six years old.
She held the fort from her early days as a wife and mother continuing for over twenty years. Mom ran our home and was our caretaker, cook, nurse, teacher, confidant, cheerleader — you name it. She wore many hats. Dad traveled non-stop for work.
Mom and Dad loved us fiercely — always so careful to not overindulge us with material possessions. They both grew up with little and understood the importance of teaching us to value what we have — no matter how little.
