A Note From My Son

Okay, so this is what happened and I’m sure most of you will be able to relate to my experience. At least once in your lifetime you lost something. Well, car key to be specific as it is one of the top objects that a person loses. We drive the car to and from work every day and a car key make a car go places.   I lost my car keys yesterday. I search everywhere, every room, every purse and every place else I believe the key would be. I must have searched the whole house in random but no key was found. I went crazy searching for my car key yesterday until I gave up. My family knew I was looking for my lost car key because I was moving everything in search for my car key. I must have panicked or is it just part of senior moment? You know, when you are aging and you don’t want to get there, yet it is unstoppable because no matter how you try to escape, it would still come and catch up with you? I did not take time to think and retrace back where I went. I just search and searched like it is the only way to find my key which leads to being tired and hopeless, finally giving up thinking it might be best to just get a new key made.  That was my plan for tomorrow for it was near the time for bed. All the searching had made me tired, I just want to slump and enjoy the night, even for just one night.

When I woke up this morning, my thoughts were “my car keys”. I reminded myself to never forget the car keys. As I look up, something was different thou I couldn’t tell at first. Maybe I’m still sleepy, tired from search activity last night. As I focus on what is different, something on the wall is unusual. A note attached on my headboard. It was in bold letter. “Found your car key this morning before heading for school. Drive safely. Your son, Ken”.  The note has a key clinging on the bottom. My son found my car keys! I have my day off today and my son has to go to school early, riding with his dad, they did not even bother to wake me up. That was so nice of my husband and my children. I woke up with a pleasant morning surprise for my car key was right in front of me. Such a wonderful day to share…

That night, I ask my son where he found it and you guess where? The first place to look for – the garage, where the car parks at night. I must have missed it!

I will keep this note for time will come when I will need this note to brighten my day as age catch up with me.

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Who is the Boss?

I posted this note - My husband is the boss and he has my permission to say so, on my wall and waited for comments to flow.

So, who is right and who is wrong? One asks.

Now, I am at a risk of not getting his paycheck for posting this! Hahaha. Really, how did this happen? How are husbands the boss, yet with permission from wife? Time has change. Wife no longer the “Yes, Honey” type but husbands otherwise. Wife is no longer the quiet type and cry on the side but husbands end up quiet and cries from the inside. Wife nowadays tell their husbands what they want and husbands learn to listen, "Yes, Honey" as wife submit their to-do list. That is good. This seems to be working and keep peace in homes if most of you agree.

Are husbands becoming smarter, not to disagree with wife? Or they found a way to learn when to disagree? Or it is both ways? I believe so. Husbands and wife kinda learn when to argue and when to just go with the flow to maintain peace and relationship. 

But I still believe a good wife always knew when to allow the Husband to foot the bills. Hahaha…Does it really matter who is the boss when love is the bond between the two of you? Does it really matters who foots the bill when love is the answer to all your doubts? Does it really matter who is right or wrong when there is love in the air?

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Generation Gap

One evening a son was talking to his father about current events. He asked what he thought about the shootings at schools, the computer age and just things in general. 

The dad replied,” Well, let me think a minute…I was born before television, penicillin, polio shots, frozen foods, Xerox, contact lenses, Frisbees and the pill. There was no radar, credit cards, laser beams or ball point pens. Man had not invented pantyhose, dishwasher, clothes dryers, (clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air) electric blankets, air conditioners, and he hadn’t walked on the moon.

Your mom and I got married first – and then lived together. Every family has a father and a mother and every boy over 14 had a rifle that his dad taught him how to use with respect. And they went hunting and fishing together. Until I was 25, I called every man older than I , “Sir” – and after I turned 25, I still call the policemen and every man with a title “ Sir”. 

Sundays were set aside for going to church as a family; helping those who are in need, and visiting with family and neighbors (I miss that most). We were before computer-dating, dual careers, daycare centers and group therapy. Our lives were governed by the Ten Commandments, good judgment and common sense. We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong and to stand up and take responsibility of our actions. Serving your country was a privilege, living here was a bigger privilege. 

We thought fast food was what people ate during lent. Having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with your cousins. Draft dodgers were people who closed their front doors when the evening breeze started. Time sharing meant time the family spent together in the evenings and weekends – not purchasing condominiums. We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CD’s, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings. We listened to the Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the Presidents speeches in our radio. And I don’t ever remember any kid blowing his brains out listening to Tommy Dorsey. 

If you saw anything with “Made in Japan” on it, it was junk. The term “making out” referred to how you did on your exam. Pizza Hut, McDonald’s, and instant coffee were unheard of. We had 5 & 10 cent stores where you could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents. Ice cream cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar, and a pepsi were all a nickel. And if you didn't want to splurge, you could spend your nickel on enough stamps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards. You could buy a new Chevy Coupe for $600, but who could afford one? Too bad because gas was 1 cents a gallon. 

In my day, “grass” was mowed, “coke” was a cold drink, “pot” was something mother cooked in and “rock music” was your grandmother’s lullaby. “Aids” were helpers in the Principals office, “chip” meant a piece of wood, “hardware” was found in the hardware store, and “software” wasn’t even a word. And we were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby. No wonder people call us “old and confused” and say there is a generation gap. And I am only 55 years old….

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