Welcome back to Part 2 of Joy’s Journey “Finding Joy” as she continues her “story” through her childhood. If you missed Part 1, please catch up at http://www.lifeainteasystreet.com/?p=1941. (This is a weekly 8 part series.)
Our childhood was filled with dad working for Southern Bell as an outside plant manager, and mom was a stay at home mom, once she’d given birth to my brother. She tended to everyone’s wants and needs, always putting herself last. She was a wonderful homemaker, wife and mother, daughter, sister and friend. Just don’t mention that to her because she’d blush and then quickly change the subject. She wanted NO attention or praise – ever – for anything she did! Females who knew her, wanted to be like her. Males who knew her, wanted their wives to emulate her. She had NEVER tried a cigarette, alcohol or drugs and heaven forbid you weren’t going to hear a curse word cross those lips. She was kind to a fault.
She got up at 5:30 a.m. every morning to cook my father breakfast, lay out his suit for work and send him off with a kiss. She’d wake, feed us, and off to school we’d go. During the day she’d help others, run errands, or tend to her homemaker duties. She’d pick us up from school and make sure a delicious dinner was on the table when Dad got home from work where we’d all sit and share the days’ events. We ate dinner as a family until each of us left home to live on our own. Even then, we’d come back for Sunday dinners on occasion, and to this day, we live within 15 minutes of our parents and talk to them several times a week and see them at least once per week.
My dad was a little harder nut to crack. I was daddy’s little girl and my nickname was “Dink”. I was the apple of his eye and his little companion once he was home from work. Mom taught me, not knowingly, to be a people pleaser just like her. He never had to raise a hand to me but instead just look at me disapprovingly, and I would immediately straighten up. I wanted nothing but to please him. Mom didn’t have to spank me either, but I gave her a run for her money as an early teen because she was more of a pushover.
My brother, on the other hand, would push and push and push, so he was spanked and later occasionally got the dreaded belt (only on the butt). Dad mostly just hollered at him because he was so darned stubborn. I can remember my grandmother, Dad’s mom, asking him “How can you spank that precious boy?” My dad’s reply, “If I don’t, he’ll never learn to respect me or any other adult”. Dad was right because my brother turned out just fine, and he’s never had any run-ins with the law. Looking back now, I see how that whole “The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree” saying is true where the four of us are concerned. I also see now how even simple childhood family dynamics were already laying the groundwork for my future issues with food.
Thank you for stopping in for Part II of Joy’s Journey. See you back here next Monday for more of Joy’s inspirational and amazing story of how she achieved health and wellness!