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DID MOTHER KNOW BEST? When you were younger, did you listen to your parents or were you a rebel? Looking back, were your parents right about the big things that you argued with them about? Are you the same type of parent that you had? I always try to answer the questions I pose. I was always a "good" girl but inside was a wild one trying to get out. It was only when I met my first boyfriend that I showed some rebellion. When he left to go back to his home in Ottawa, I went with him. He was in Montreal for the summer Olympics in 1976. He was my supervisor for my summer job there. It was the most romantic summer and years to come of my life. He was my first love. My mother didn't want me to stop school for 1 year so I continued and graduated. Personally, I think stopping and working for 1 year like i wanted to do, wouldn't have been a bad idea. I have no so I can't answer the last question. Elaine Shuel |
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I don't think I was a good kid or a rebel, I just tried to survive. My dad was killed in a farming accident when I was in the third grade, and my mother married an alcoholic wife abuser and child molester. Enough said. I SURVIVED. I raised my children totally differently, with the prime directive that they would ALWAYS know they were loved. The moment I held them in my arms, I smothered them with kisses and told them "I love you". To this day, we end all conversations and visits with "I love you". I had to laugh on Mother's Day because one of my daughters wrote a little poem on face book that basically said she had found out after she grew up and faced life on her own, that all the things I told them when they were kids were true. There is an old saying that the older one gets, the smarter the parents become. Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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My mother definitely did not know best. We differed on everything and I am a completely different type of parent. My mother was an army officer and parented like she was ordering the troops. I refused to do things "becasue I said so". My grandmother, who was my primary caregiver but otherwise flexible and, was completely different. She was stern when necessary but always explained the whys of her requests / demands and was open to discussion. She could see to the essence of things and was full of wisdom which she shared. Then there was my dad who was just another kid. Rotating through their different households made for a very interesting upbringing. Spiritwoman ^i^
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That was a sweet thing for him to say, Puzzles.  Sounds like you did a great job. Thanks for your comment.  Elaine Shuel
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I don't think I was a good kid or a rebel, I just tried to survive. My dad was killed in a farming accident when I was in the third grade, and my mother married an alcoholic wife abuser and child molester. Enough said. I SURVIVED. I raised my children totally differently, with the prime directive that they would ALWAYS know they were loved. The moment I held them in my arms, I smothered them with kisses and told them "I love you". To this day, we end all conversations and visits with "I love you". I had to laugh on Mother's Day because one of my daughters wrote a little poem on face book that basically said she had found out after she grew up and faced life on her own, that all the things I told them when they were kids were true. There is an old saying that the older one gets, the smarter the parents become. Thanks for sharing more about yourself. Elaine Shuel
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It sounds like you have been blessed, ranger. Thanks for your comment. Elaine Shuel
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Very independent, like father like daughter. I enjoyed reading your comment, Tx. It is good to question things, at least in my opinion. Thank you. Elaine Shuel
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My mother definitely did not know best. We differed on everything and I am a completely different type of parent. My mother was an army officer and parented like she was ordering the troops. I refused to do things "becasue I said so". My grandmother, who was my primary caregiver but otherwise flexible and, was completely different. She was stern when necessary but always explained the whys of her requests / demands and was open to discussion. She could see to the essence of things and was full of wisdom which she shared. Then there was my dad who was just another kid. Rotating through their different households made for a very interesting upbringing.  Elaine Shuel
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Your were daddy's girl. That's sweet, ET. Thanks for your comment. Elaine Shuel
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