What was the one lovable fault your mom or dad had?

Since we had all kinds of situations growing up, let me change mom, or dad, to caregiver.
Mine was my mom was a terrible cook. I ate it. But the woman could burn water. It wasn't until I moved out that I found out pork chops didn't look like shoe leather., and Thanksgiving turkey wasn't crunchy.
 

Well Mum boiled everything to death seriously, I thought all cooking was boiled and the oven was just for show.. lol and beef fat (dripping) was an acceptable sandwich topping lol.
 
I wouldn't call it a fault actually but she was never quick to get angry. Oh but when she did..that's another story.
 

I was an only child. I wasn't spoiled with material things but they were always,and I do mean always, there for me. I am very grateful for that but they may have over did it a bit. I began to depend on them for advice on just about anything and in every situation. They were very wise and I began to take the easy way out instead of learning to make my own decisions and stand on my own two feet. It took a long while for me to grow up. I loved my parents dearly and miss them every day and I know everything they did for me was because of love. I let my kids learn from their mistakes and they are very responsible, independent people.
 
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BY PHILIP LARKIN
They screw you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were screwed up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.

(edited to take out an obscenity)

We broke the chain in the case of our kids by bringing them up as hard atheists. Thankfully they are doing the same with their kids though our snooty dil and her family strongly object. They are being ignored. Good.
 
My mother decoupaged everything and painted designs on every item. We all joked that if we had stood still long enough she would have painted us too...clothes, collectibles, furniture, office supplies, book covers, toothbrushes, etc. She was a good artist with great taste but we all had a smile and a silent giggle about it. I had some beautiful antique dining room chairs upholstered in antique white and 4 kids that used them...

I mentioned that I was going to have to clean the spots off of them. I made the mistake of leaving the house while my mother was there. When I returned she had painted BIG pink flowers and green leaves all over the upholstered seats. She was so proud that she had covered the spots. I just said, "oh that's lovely" as I held back my shock and eventually I re-upolstered them. Thankfully it was no biggee since I had wanted to do that anyway. Now that she's gone I wish I would have kept them that way...well, maybe not :D

Maybe that's why, today, I don't fall apart when something happens to my material possessions. I understand they are temporary.
 
My dad. Ya know all those funny cartoons about the guy not asking for directions? Well, that was my dad. Even if he was in an area he had never been, He knew a "short cut". He had some kind of cosmic energy device, because all his "short cuts" ended up on dirt roads. He did it over and over. His "short cuts" always landed up on dirt roads. We went to DC and you wouldn't think there were any dirt roads still in our over built Capitol. He found one.
 
I don't remember any lovable faults.

I do remember that when we went anywhere my stepfather had a thing about us always being in the car and ready to go at a specific time. We were always in the car at the appointed time. We would wait and wait for my stepfather to appear, then we waited and waited some more while he checked the oil and radiator, wiped off the head lights with an old rag, etc... As a result we always left late and he would drive like a maniac to make sure we got where we were going on time.

Hurry up and wait was pretty much the norm for a family growing up in a house with one bathroom! It brings back visions of everyone sitting around in their underwear waiting until the last minute to get dressed before we headed out to a wedding, funeral, etc... But that's another story, LOL!
 
I love this question. My mother would always, and I mean like clockwork, call back several times after she had already talked to you on the phone. At times it was irritating. However, now I would give anything to hear her voice and have the opportunity to talk with her one more time. :love_heart:
 
I love this question. My mother would always, and I mean like clockwork, call back several times after she had already talked to you on the phone. At times it was irritating. However, now I would give anything to hear her voice and have the opportunity to talk with her one more time. :love_heart:

Your post made me think of my Mother. When I would leave her house she always and I mean always said "Call me when you get home!" It was annoying then, now I realize that she was the only person on earth that cared if I made it home!
 
I believe we are raised by 2 loving people that were more screwed up than we will ever know, and they were raised by 2 loving people who were more screwed up than they ever knew.... etc. etc. etc. All we can do is try to keep our hearts open to the good things tossed into our path and pass those on.... Example: My mom's birthday gift one year was that my dad let her go to work. If only the times ahead will gain more peace and love....
 
Thank you for sharing this Aunt Bea. My mother always did that as well. I hadn't reflected on it until now, but you're right. I miss that about my mother as well.

On a positive note, my sister and I always call or text when we get home from visiting each other. :)
 
Thank you for sharing, hauntedtexan. You wrote: "If only the times ahead will gain more peace and love.... " We can only hope. Great handle, by the way. :D

 
Your post made me think of my Mother. When I would leave her house she always and I mean always said "Call me when you get home!" It was annoying then, now I realize that she was the only person on earth that cared if I made it home!

That reminded me of when our youngest was a new driver and she'd be heading out the door and we'd always say, 'Bye sweetie, drive carefully'. One day she told us she was so annoyed with that and were we insinuating that she was a lousy driver! Quite offended until we pointed out, that we also say it to each other (mom and dad). Little pause and then a sheepish, 'oh yeah, you do'. After that she understood that we just say it because we love her and want her to be careful because we'd miss her.

As for lovable faults of my parents, well, I can't remember my dad and my mother has no LOVABLE faults.
 
My mother came to visit me but she arrived before I got home from the grocery store. As I drove down the long driveway, I see in the distance my mother carrying a huge black trash bag from the house out to the trash bin. I certainly didn't have that much trash in my house but ignored it for the moment. I started to cook dinner and noticed absolutely all of my knives are gone...all the ones in the drawer, the whole set in the butcher block on the counter...including the heavy butcher block. I said to her, "do you know what happened to my knives?" She said, "Oh, I thought they were all dull". So I go out to investigate the "trash" and there they were. I washed, wrapped them, and hid them in my lingerie drawer until her visit was over :D

She was always wanting to be "helpful"...God luv 'er.I didn't want to hurt her feelings and loved that she wanted to "help" me out.
 
I finally thought of something.

My mother was an organizer. When they invented twisties she was in heaven. Everything ended up grouped together in like bundles, put in plastic bags, tied with twisties and neatly put away. Yesterday I was looking for some old hay bale twine and found her bag of them---in pairs neatly looped in little circles and tied with twisties.

My father was a constant whistler. It got on my mother's nerves, but not mine. Maybe because I wasn't around him as much.

I'm just the opposite---unorganized and can't whistle. :(
 
I can't tell you how many times a day my Mom would tell us kids, "Nobody leaves this house until I find my glasses!" They were always on her head. Every time! I kid you not. Every time. lol.

I'd give anything to hear her voice again too.
 
Both of my Parents were wonderful and I was blessed to have them. The only thing I can think of that they did that would upset me was that they both worried constantly about me, my sister and brother. If we got hurt my Mother would handle her worrying by getting angry and try to blame our injury on us. While on the other hand we hated to have our father know we were sick. He would get so upset and blame it on himself. One time when he came home from work and I was sick he said he felt bad because I was sick and stupid him he was singing at work and I was at home not well. Like his singing at work had made me sick.
 


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