Father-Daughter Moments

by dena on September 13, 2013

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My father and I have had an evening ritual for the past eight or so months. When he awakens from his nap, I invite him into his kitchen for our little party of drinking water and free form dancing while I prepare the meal. Our favorite CD holds many hits by Peggy Lee from the 1950’s. Fever; It’s a Good Day; I’m a Woman; and Hallelujah, I Love Him So are just a few. It’s a lighthearted half hour, as we dance and laugh together.

This evening, he danced over to where I was cutting vegetables at the counter top. He pointed to the pile of summer squash, asking, “What’s that?” This kind of question used to twang my heart, that something he used to know well has become a mystery. In this case, it was something he used to grow every summer in his garden.

“It’s squash, and I’m going to steam it,” I replied. “I remember the first time I had yellow squash, Daddy. Because it looked different, I didn’t want to eat it. You told me I would like it because it tasted just like mashed potatoes. So, I ate it and have loved it ever since – even though it has never ever tasted like mashed potatoes.” We both laughed.

“As far as I know,” I told him, “that was the only lie you ever told me.” We laughed some more and we resumed our dancing.

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When I decided to share this vignette with you, it reminded me of the engaging and endearing true stories shared by ten writers in Parent-Child Memories: Love Revealed.

I’ll bet you have some parent-child memories bubbling up in your mind or heart. If you would like to share one in the Comments section, I’d love to read it.  UpdatedCoverParentChildMemories2

Blissings, Dena

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6 comments
Donna
Donna

I have been thinking a lot about Uncle Johnny. I was floating in the pool the other day and was looking up at the clouds and was thinking of Uncle Johnny and how he likes to look up at them. He is such a wonderful man. Please give him a kiss for me. Love you all.

Corby Caffrey-Dobosh
Corby Caffrey-Dobosh

I can see you two now - and I imagine the reversal of dancing together when you were wee and little. Beautiful imagery - summer squash now has a new definition for me. xoxo

Susan Gordon
Susan Gordon

Oh Dena, Thank you for letting us peek into you kitchen, hear Peggy Lee and see you and your Dad, dancing and telling and retelling the yellow squash story. A tender moment I will carry with me for a long, long time. Beautiful.

dena
dena

Absolutely, Donna. I will share your sweet message with him - and the kiss from you. We all send you hugs. Blissings, ~ Dena

Dena
Dena

Corby, thank you, I had forgotten about the reversal - - the dancing with my feet on top of his shoes.

Dena
Dena

Thank you, Susan. I like the image of peeking into the kitchen. And witnessing the sounds and sights.

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