The memories of my childhood, is just like collecting shell at the shore of the ocean, one shell at a time. Each memory has it unique shape and a different pattern. Some are similar and some are so different, they all are distinct in their own value. I consider myself very lucky, as my Dad had a transferable job.
He being the best father I can ever have, had given us the best experience of variety of people and countries. An adventurer at heart, my father, taught me the magic of accepting people the way they are. Each and every place we settled, we had new home, new friends, and new life style to adopt and adapt to. I can say frankly, the early years were not so bad, as I guess, I was not really attached to a place or person; but with the progress of years things became more difficult for me to change my attitude to a place or person. But my father never even flinched, when we went to a new place to settle, he made the transition take place very smoothly.
My Mom, on the other hand, was a reserve but a very observant person. She had her set of rules, irrespective of the place or people we were with. I don't mean to say that, she was not flexible, but she had her own way of settling things. I had the good sense to be careful about what I say or do where my mother was concerned. She is a strong will lady, with a core of gold. If my father was the heart, she definitely was the brains.
They were like well oiled engine.....running on the track of life, and pulling me and sister along. They did their best to keep both of us in track and looking in the right direction, and when we could run on our own, they gently let us go. They both are there in the side tracks for us still now. So when ever, we have, some pain in the heart, we just need to look at them, we are sure to get some kind of balm to sooth away the pain. I don't feel ashamed to say that, I still rely on their words for my troubles, even after being such a big girl.
I guess, how much older we get in age, we will always be their baby in some way. My parents are living across the world from me, but our connection is constant, and ever lasting. I may not be able to talk to them everyday, but I can hear them all the time. I may not be able to see them in years, but I can close my eyes and their image is right there. They are the omni-potent souls which guild my day, as mother myself, in other words my guiding angels.
we can never fit the shoes our parents wore but we can always try walking on the footprints they left behind. you are doing a fantastic job as a mother first, a wife, a daughter and sister next!! our experiences are our feathers to our cap ...its enriching us and making us proud of our achievements and teaching us to stand right back up when we fail. you have nice big strong footprints to walk on so keep walking, do not look back...cause you left behind nothing. its all ahead of you!!
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