Last week I was speaking to someone that has known my family for years. He was telling me a story about my mom and dad and an activity that they all enjoyed. My dad's parents and brothers/sisters lived in Michigan and sometimes my parents lived there also. They all worked for the automobile plants during the 50s. This particular event must have happened in the late 40s, I do not know the timeline. As you can imagine, it was cold in Michigan during the winter. My parents and this couple went ice skating. The lady fell down, apparently her feet went completely out from under her. My dad started laughing (her husband was laughing as she told the story) and my mother told him to be quiet. Now, I am not sure how good my dad was at ice skating so I don't know if he had fallen before and this lady had laughed at him. But I do know my dad probably went over and helped her up after he stopped laughing.
I had never heard that my parents had gone ice skating. Of course I have pictures of them when they were children and pictures of them as a young couple. But somehow I never thought of my parents as anything other than 'my parents'. As I was growing up, I was always Brud and Christine Gilreath's daughter. Then I turned into Andrew and Paul Summerville's mother. Now I guess I will be Georgia and Drew's Granny B. Which is fine, I am proud to be all of those.
But now that I know this story, I somehow see my parents differently. And I wonder if my kids will always think of me as 'their parents'.
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