By Kristen Eriksen
On Oct 21st my parents celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary. It really is quite a milestone to be married for 50 years. Since this fell on the heels of my new “blogging” status, I can think of no better first topic.
My parents raised six children; five girls and one boy. We all have our faults and imperfections, but all in all we are a pretty happy, healthy and well-adjusted group (although any number of friends or spouses may disagree with this!!!). My parents made it look easy. Now that I am a mom, I know that it certainly was not easy.
Mom, I see and hear you in so many things that I do and say to my twins. You taught me to be silly, to sing, to laugh, and to teach them about compassion. I learned from you how to describe simple things with many adjectives to make them sound awesome (like fresh, icy cold water at bedtime, a crisp, juicy apple, or a crisp, white shirt). You taught me how to make everything seem awesome!
Dad, it is a wonder that you survived with all the hormones in our house! How did you survive our teen years with only one bathroom? I think that your sense of humor carried you through! The blessing of a son after all of us girls was the trophy for you! I hear you in all the silly, corny jokes that I repeat so often. I can still hear you saying “That a boy, girl!” It is like music to my ears.
I think my sister, Julie, was able to sum it up much better than I, in the toast she wrote for them. In it she thanks my mom for her “Rose-colored glasses” and thanks my dad for his “realism”.
Last week, when we lost our power for four days, I took the twins and moved back home for a few days. My parents were so excited, welcoming and helpful. My mom flitted around the house, thrilled to have a big crew to cook for again. My dad graciously gave up his TV room, sleep and the calm of their now empty nest to accommodate us. I had two nice little breakdowns from stress and exhaustion, but they were unphased. They were able to roll with the punches, in ways I have recently forgotten to roll. Thank you for reminding me to stop and smell the roses, which are so much prettier when you look at them through rose-colored glasses, really!