Not that way for all

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I Accuse My Parents

I Accuse My Parents (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

‘We played many different games as children much as they do now., hide and seek, hopscotch, tag, football and cricket, rounders, skipping and a few others. During the summer months mum and dad took us out on weekly day trips, usually to the seaside and it was such fun getting things ready for the day out. We would make sandwiches with all different fillings, take a cake and biscuits some lemonade and a few items of fruit. We had to be certain we’d packed our swimsuits too! Half the excitement was in the preparation and getting to the destination. If it showed any signs of possible rain dad would tell us that the trip was off but most of the time he was just teasing us. Unless it was pouring down with rain and unlikely to stop we would make the trip. Often on the journey home we would tuck in to the remainder of the sandwiches and we would all be very tired after the day’s events. Those days were some of the most enjoyable times in my life and were only made so because our parents loved us so much. I thank them both.’ (Extract from ‘My Story’ above)

How much do you remember about your childhood? Was it a happy time? Were your parents or parent, attentive, loving, generous? Did they have time for you? Many of the problems we have today could be attributed to a lack of involvement by parents. Parents who do not guide their children, do not show their love often end up driving them to become anti-social and unloving or caring themselves. The problems are passed down through the generations. Is it possible that those who take drugs or end up in jail for criminal activity may not be as they are had their parents been more involved, more loving? It isn’t a guarantee of course that anyone’s children grow up to be upright citizens but it surely must be a possibility that if their upbringing  lacked a loving environment they would be more likely to end up as they are. In Scripture we are instructed to bring up our children in the ways they should go for it is their formative years that influence how they will live and behave as adults. I am so happy that my childhood was a pleasant time for me, at home at least. It wasn’t that way for me outside of my home. You can read something  about that in my pages above. Alas, for many children though their lives are not filled with love, affection and attentive parents.

Shirley Anne

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2 responses

  1. My mum died in a car accident when I was 8. Dad soon remarried and I was eager to call his new wife ‘mum’. However, she went on to have two of her own children and I was sidelined, so I sum up my childhood as stable and secure, rather than loving. But we did all attend church, which gave me a faith and a set of values that have never left me. Also, without realizing it, I picked up a good literary standard through hearing and reading the old King James Bible so much.

    So, in retrospect, my father and step-mother were probably not ideal parents but what they lacked, the church sort-of made up for. All-in-all, not a bad preparation for adult life.

  2. It is a wonder you didn’t become a rebel and in later life refuse to attend the church. That’s what happened with E. She was made to attend, though it was only her mum who went to church and her relationship with her parents as far as I could tell wasn’t as good as it could have been. That meant she was reluctant to attend church when we first met and started going ourselves. She has a stubborn streak which I think was inherited from her parents.

    Shirley Anne x