tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36487206.post4820146344759014567..comments2023-11-03T08:30:19.544-07:00Comments on Spulge Nine: My Parents Can Beat Up Your Parents. Spiritually, I Mean.Jasphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689449554756071995noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36487206.post-2606701460878622442007-04-03T06:35:00.000-07:002007-04-03T06:35:00.000-07:00Well, I love that Jen and Scott showed up here and...Well, I love that Jen and Scott showed up here and said such wonderful stuff. It weirds me out a little, having given the post such an aggressive title. Comparisons are odious.<BR/><BR/>My folks read the thing and were going to post a disclaimer of some kind, but had some technical difficulties, I guess.<BR/><BR/>They still chastise themselves for their parental failings. I try to remind them that they did just fine. Sometimes the reminder is just "shut up," but usually it's more of a "proof's in the pudding" sort of thing.<BR/><BR/>Mmm, pudding.Jasphhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12689449554756071995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36487206.post-40287422843459652262007-04-02T15:11:00.000-07:002007-04-02T15:11:00.000-07:00It always blew me away when I had the rare opportu...It always blew me away when I had the rare opportunity of getting to know my cohort's parents. And though I came to find out so many had heard of me. Often their world was hidden away in the box-like lifestyle of urban sprawl, where there never was enough time in a day to really know many of our neighbors, and ruled by the credo "it's just better not to know". Behind each suburban doorway a nuculus of the future emitted fluxing waves of a singular gravity,rules of a moment which boggeled any calculus. The archtypical mysterious strength of the dorway was alive and well on the outskirts of up-town. <BR/><BR/> Somethings never seem to change,but most eventually do. Long ago tribal wisdoms gave way to instutional mandates, once irreducible familial ties and clan roles were no longer honored and considered necessities of our unique individual and group makeup. Children were asked "What do you want to be when you grow up." and told "This is America, where you can be any thing you want to be.", a jolly good time incentive to fall into the "workforce control group".<BR/><BR/> So what happens? to the social order when certain individuals revert to a more natural form. I wonder how many parents of any modern generation acknowledge this and choose in some way to nurture this trend. As a whole we seem disatisfied with psuedo-culture;yet how many parents are spiritual enough to change the world or at least a piece of it big enough to for their kids to have a real discoverable life in,maybe even having to say (blank the blank-blank world). Oh well, I've long been an influence most parents cringed at the thought of, at least stop living in boxes,turn them inside out,anything!,please be "real" parents.<BR/><BR/> My parents have both since passed, and their memory is dear to me. I was able to be with my mother as she took last breaths. I was able to help in my Dad's care through a long decline. On the event of what is called 1st awakening, my chosen Murshida commented, "So,it was your Father."; and my mom called death' unfair, wanting so much to live. Even with a good full life to her credit,she hadn't had her fill. Yet as the moment approached,before my eyes she became a wonder filled child of the divine life. It was dawn, the first of June 2001, I wouldn't let her body be taken until the whole day passed, the sun had set, then sending her away, choosing for her not to have her face covered.scotlandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01549546977518972516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36487206.post-84453827259281144362007-03-30T11:15:00.000-07:002007-03-30T11:15:00.000-07:00i'm not a Howard, but i'm wishing i grew up as one...i'm not a Howard, but i'm wishing i grew up as one...when are your p's going on tour??<BR/><BR/>oh, really. i can relate on some levels. my parents unfortunately did not fill the house with books (that is of course what we want to fill our house with for our children), and they did not study the Kama Sutra, although my dad would've claimed to have written it. (oh, sometimes parents hint at way too much information.) Seriously, though. my parents ALSO rock as a couple. they were and continue to be proof to me that marriage can be the most powerful spiritual practice. they haven't been married as long as Barb and Dick, but Fred and Ady still kiss and hold hands and are still walking that path together.<BR/><BR/>Ahhh. Thanks J. That was a sweet post, and for reasons more than I commented on.coloredsockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08864420849686975448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36487206.post-81639449914893463112007-03-29T12:04:00.000-07:002007-03-29T12:04:00.000-07:00Actually, DT and Joybells both bring up glaring om...Actually, DT and Joybells both bring up glaring omissions in my post. The folks may or may not be able to breathe underwater, but my mom can SMELL things underwater. Or at least she sniffed out my well-hidden stash in high school with the ease of a trained German Shepherd. And I could have said so much more about their relationship without even adding the thing about the Kama Sutra.<BR/><BR/>At least I got a photo posted, though. More to come, probably on the new guinea pigs, whose miraculous birth will surely occasion the founding of an entirely new religion. Don't ask what we'll be eating at communion.Jasphhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12689449554756071995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36487206.post-78742038783196687412007-03-29T09:11:00.000-07:002007-03-29T09:11:00.000-07:00As the other middle child in the Howard family con...As the other middle child in the Howard family constellation, I give props to my blogger brudder. I loved reading this and nodding along (and not because I was nodding off.)<BR/><BR/>And, of course, I must add something. Because, as a Howard, I must have something to say, even if no one is listening. We proclaim, rant, mutter, chant, wisecrack, etc. I like to think of it as a "feature" of our familial personality, but I suspect others use different words (chiefly, my wife and my sisters-in-law.)<BR/><BR/>I would like to expand a little on my brother's comment about our parents' marriage. I continue to be awestruck by the resilience and energy of their marriage. They have been married for 54 years in June, and it seems that they continue to grow crazier about each other with each passing day. They admire and adore each other openly. Each is clearly the other's favorite person to be with (sometimes in a little too much detail, Mom, but still...)<BR/><BR/>Also, they are, as my dad would say, "cute as a bug's ear," though he would never say that about himself. But he is, and she is, and they are together, adorable. My brothers and I, we are extremely lucky.<BR/><BR/>Yo Jimmy. Mmmmmmmmwah.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36487206.post-24575271560832818612007-03-29T07:43:00.000-07:002007-03-29T07:43:00.000-07:00What a whole bunch of great things to say about yo...What a whole bunch of great things to say about your parents. <BR/><BR/>I bet even their new virgin-birthed guinea grandbabies have something to learn from them.Tinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03826297564438748022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36487206.post-73717753313179766322007-03-29T07:37:00.000-07:002007-03-29T07:37:00.000-07:00one glaring point you wholly succeeded in not ment...one glaring point you wholly succeeded in not mentioning is how they were never there for ME. <BR/><BR/>which would explain all my unhappiness and woe.<BR/><BR/>you also forgot to tell about how they can fly and breathe under water and lay golden eggs with 3 wishes inside per egg.darth tacohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02504166297941031883noreply@blogger.com