I remember all of those christmas's,Daddy made everyone of them special with his outcome of the perfect tree,and momma her baking filled the kitchen.While I watched the trimming of the tree.Every little statue,figurine,bulb,and star that went on the tree,Momma glowed.When all was said and done,trimmings,icicles,and lights were place in perfect random,Daddy plugged it up as my eyes shined with its marvel.I remember,the first scar I got going across the garden out the gate,and stepped on a broken glass,and yes I was barefooted.Momma,and Daddy couldn' keep me in shoes.Wow do you know what pure grain achohol,on a deep cut."Ouch Hell!" That freaking burn.Screaming and crying I sucked in and let daddy work his miracle.I whimpered.Moan a little.Wiped my tears.And went on about what I was doing.Later on those values of a little girl ,would make the same,strength,in a grown woman,the ability,to pick ,myself up from the fall,clean the cuts,and go on with my life. I guess we always do go back to the way we are raised,and I was raised by the best.
There I was,my first day of school,excited and scared all the same time.Daddy,and Momma,met my teacher,handed her my papers,made sure I had my milk money,my lunch money.Dried my tears,and let their little girl,stay in this strange place.I wonder if they cried,like I did when I had to let my two sons,take that first step.Wonder,if Momma,sniffling all the way home.While daddy held it back.What ever happen to that feeling of family values.Today society,ship the kids off to school,let television be their babysitter,and Mcdonald,cook their meals.
