I’m filling in as guest blogger for my mother, Cathy Marie Hake. Today is my parents’ 33rd anniversary. My husband and I just celebrated our first. I ponder my parents' achievement, and hope Shannan and I will celebrate such a milestone—and as my thoughts jumble together, I can’t help noticing something.
Women harbor a peculiar anticipation (and slight anxiety) about turning into their mothers, and right here I’ll confess it’s already happened. I celebrate that my mother gave me my deep passion for books, a love for teaching, and a sense of humor that kicks in at wholly inappropriate times. We both accept that she also gave me the stubbornness of a pit bull, a sensitive streak a mile wide, and an oversized love of being right.
I know this. I’ve known since I was a tiny girl. What I’m realizing today, as I look to my parent’s marriage for a secret to their longevity, is something that caught me off guard.
I’ve not only turned (almost!) into my mother… my husband has a lot in common with my father. They both:
- Were raised in alcoholic families and are the only ones who worked hard and made something of themselves. (This takes a very special, God-given strength)
- Hate shopping.
- Are hard workers who take pride in excelling in their fields
- Show love through acts of service—going to the store, putting gas in the car, etc.
- Believe the garage is the only place in the house that truly belongs to the man
- Refuse to admit it when they’ve bitten off more than they can chew
- Melt over anything big-eyed and furry
- Love putting together old cars and watching the Military Channel
- Can’t imagine a better breakfast than eggs over-easy on hash browns
- Are just as stubborn as their wives
I could continue, but I’m sure you get the point. And, smart readers that you are, you probably see where I’m heading with this.
Yes, it’s a little eerie to admit that I’m like my mom, and Shannan has a lot in common with my dad.
But as my parent’s celebrate a third of a century together, I can’t help thinking it’s comforting, too. :)
Kelly Eileen Hake