My dad can't be held blameless either. A few years ago we had a conversation about advancing in the corporate world. His sage advice? "It's not who you know, it's who you blow." I thanked him for his words of wisdom, and said I would keep it in mind for the future, in case I ever found myself lost in the 1950's and that was the only way I had to work my way to the top. Dads are always full of so much wisdom. Recently my windshield wiper snapped off the wiper arm, and he was so very proud of my redneck problem solving skills, as I used Gorilla tape to tape it back on until he could help me fix it again.
When I was a kid, I always vowed to do things differently than my parents. To never do this or that thing that annoyed me to my children. Now, as a parent of a twelve year old, I see it all repeating, that horrible parental pattern. I catch myself licking my fingers and wiping something off my daughter's face (disgusting, I know). I find myself slipping up and saying horrible things in front of her. I have no doubt, years from now, she too will be telling her therapist about her crazy mother. But we love our parents, because we know they gave us their best, just as we are doing now for our own children.