Rollinism #3

"Children are like hemorrhoids, you always have them, some times they come out and bother the heck out of you"  Hummm, being compared to a hemorrhoid wasn't my favorite analogy, nevertheless he used it and it left an obvious impression on me.  The funny thing about this "isim" is that dad LOVED his kids and his family.  He and mom would often go to their TV room upstairs on the premise to "get away" and be alone. One by one dad would go to the top of the stairs and call each of us up to "talk" with us once we were all together he'd say "what the hell are you all doing up here your mother and I wanted to be alone!"  This was the irony of dad.  To this day when I go through personal items I have of my parents, I am always struck with the fact that every letter, every card was initiated by dad he wrote them, he addressed them.  Mom would add to them but she was not the driving force of the card or letter.  I cannot say I know many men like that...and I am proud that I had a dad that cared enough to remember birthdays and anniversaries and take the time to shop for a card, write a personal note and send it.  We were really lucky kids.