Reminiscing On Life
As the reciprocal saw cut and the sawdust fell and blew into my hair and face, a tear rolled down my cheek.
As I dragged the tree branches to the pile I had in the back yard, a smile enlightened my face.
It's called reminiscing.
Here I was alone while my love was at her teaching job. I was doing the yard work that is a full-time job around here. With as much rain as has come, it seems that weeds, grass and trees grow overnight.
So why the tear? Why the smile?
I was recalling earlier years when I would do similar things in my yard in Fremont, Nebraska and in Lebanon, Missouri.
I remembered my children running out of the house wanting to help Dad. Their enthusiasm was immense. They truly wanted to work; and work hard!
Is my pride showing?
Yes, I am proud. They grew into very hardworking adults and I feel pride in knowing that they learned some of it from yours truly.
I think of some of today's kids. Many don't understand what hard work is. They sit behind I-pads, gaming systems and television sets while Mom and Dad do the yard-work or someone who was hired to do it all for them. Many are afraid of getting their hands dirty doing some manual labor. What will happen to these children if the world's economy falls apart? It sure makes me wonder.
Emmanuel means God with us. He goes by Manny.
My firstborn son is now a furniture mover and drives moving trucks too.
Manny would be the one who muscled up when he helped Dad. He would see how much he could lift.
"Look Dad", He would yell to me. "I've got it all". My words of be careful would fall on deaf ears but my words of thanks and "you sure are strong" he would hear immediately.
Manny, I am very proud of you and your accomplishments. You are an outstanding father and I love you.
Eric which means ever-powerful, came out of his mom's womb big and is big to this day.
Eric was the one who picked up a tree branch while helping Dad and swung it like a sword.
He always had a joke. I recall him "farting" in the cashier line at a grocery store and looking at me with a smirk on his face; "geez Dad, say excuse me will ya". I would be red as a beet and he would be laughing while we loaded the groceries in the truck.
Eric also moves furniture and is getting his C.D.L. to drive semi trucks.
Eric is a wonderful father and has proposed to his wonderful girlfriend.
Eric, I am very proud of you and I love you very much.
Amy means beloved and that she is.
Amy would have been the one in her new dress trying to do as much as the boys helping Dad.
"Amy, get in there and change your clothes" was stated many times. She always tried real hard because she just wanted to do as much as any boy could.
Amy has always been very beautiful and doesn't mind working hard at all.
She is a cook at a Cracker Barrel at this time and a full-time Mom too. A very good Mom at that.
Amy, I love you. I pray that life will give you all that you desire, you deserve it.
I know that you children of mine have a few issues with me. Please know that just because I am in another country miles from you that I still think about you all the time. I pray for you and want the very best for you.
You can call Dad any time and I hope to see you all soon.
Merry Christmas my children.
DAD LOVES YOU!
This song speaks words that make me think of all 3 of you.
© G.L. Boudonck
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