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                               Why is it most kids are either mommas boys or daddys girls? I can understand if you come up in a household where there is only one parent, that makes sense but if you come up in a two parent household or if its two households, but both parents are present why are we one or the other. I can't speak for my sisters but I was very much a child of both my parents, Mom's and Daddy's tomboy baby. I spent as much time with one as I did the other. They did not play favorites with their three girls, they loved us all individually and the same. When I was little my Daddy worked eighty hour weeks so he left before I got up and didn't come home till after I went to bed. So some nights I'd lie awake till he got home, then help him take his boots off and get playfully fussed back to bed. My Mom got up with him every morning, fixed his breakfast, fixed his lunch and some mornings she would go back to bed, but most of the time she would use the early hours as her personal time. She'd sew. She'd read. She'd design and every morning she would study her bible. Saturdays were my Daddy's day off from everything. He spent them hunting, fishing, gardening and generally puttering, usually with my Papa(his father-in-law) up until my Papa got sick. Its funny looking back my Daddy spent more time with his in-laws than with his on family, at least after I came along anyway. Sunday was a day of rest and worship. When I was very small, the whole family went to church together, as I got older, we all went at night and then only me and Daddy went, twice on Sunday, once on Wednesday. This pattern held till a few years after I got married. We ate dinner as a family as often as possible during the week but always sat down together for Sunday dinner. We used to pile in my Daddy's truck(all five of us) and just go riding, no destination, just out to the dirt roads, out to the country and ride the afternoon away. I went to work with my Mom, she took a job at the paper and then at the daycare she put me in. I remember I used to scream thru naptime till she came to work there( I was a brat). After she came to work there, I either didn't have to nap because I was with Mom, more often than not, or knew better than scream like that with her there, she kept a leather strap in her pocketbook. I was a brat, but not by todays standards, if I showed my butt in the store for candy, Mom would show hers, by spanking me on the spot. I'd ask and pout if told no but it only takes a couple swats to realize this is no fun, I think I'll mind from now on! My Daddy only had to threaten to take his belt off, he never spanked me and I think I was somewhere around fiveish the last time Mom did. They raised us all the same, no favorites, just individual time spent with each unique personality and family time as often as possible. We were all Mom's babies and Daddy's girls. And we all still are!
                                                   Just thinking out loud for all the world to see......