Daily Prompt – Childhood Revisited
Sure, you turned out pretty good, but is there anything you wish had been different about your childhood?
I did turn out pretty good “if I do say so myself.” That was in spite of being a child of a May-December marriage with a father who was 55 when I was born and 80 when my son (his grandson) was born. When he died I was a new mother of 24. Numbers are important when you look back to childhood.
When I was a child, my Dad was simply my hero. He was stronger and more handsome than any other man I knew. He was more colorful too because he was Hungarian and he had a grand accent. He was an intensely proud man, and I believed he was the smartest man on earth. He could add long lists of figures in his head and he said he had a photographic memory.
But did I see him growing older? Did I even imagine losing him?
Now I wish he had been a younger father for my little brother – so they could have bonded. I wish he had been a younger grandfather for my son – so they could have known each other well. Would they have played ball in the yard, gone fishing, wrestled on the lawn? What did he miss? And what did they miss?
I wish my Dad had been a younger father for me – so I could have asked him a million questions with time to get the answers. I just accepted him for what he was to me in childhood, and as I grew up and out, he grew older and older yet. And I never noticed until he was gone.
And I still have questions for my hero.
- My Life As A Child – Daily Prompt (tenwordstory.wordpress.com)