I’ll Never Be As Cool As My Parents
My parents were cool.
I never realized it as much as some of our friends did. I came from a family of six-parents plus three brothers and me. Our friends told us how cool our parents were.
Looking back, I know that they were supportive of all kids. Our house was the one where everyone else hung out — some parents didn’t like other kids hanging out at their house, but everyone was always welcome at ours.
Both of my parents were teachers. My mom taught third grade up until retirement at 70. Her students still came back to see her, called, visited her home. She was a born teacher. And, she loved children.
My dad started out as a teacher, but graduated to other careers.
They were older parents — older for their generation. Mom always thought she’d end up a spinster not marrying until she was 28! Imagine that! Dad was 36 when they married — so, eight years apart.
I’m just glad they found each other.
All of us kids ended up in the Arts. My parents always supported that. They would support anything we wanted to do — as long as it was safe and legal.
Mom’s parents didn’t support her getting her masters degree in Education. Her dad told her, “I just hope you have the good sense not to go any further.” But, she knew…
