I had a talk with Mom the other night. Somehow how my exploits when I was a wee lad came up. Referencing hiking climbing and things. I said that it was all "her" that made me into who I am. If Mom and Dad did not decide to "put me on the floor" after my stroke to make me to go get whatever I wanted. If they didn't then who knows how I would have turned out. They gave me independance and a reliance on myself that I will always be grateful. There have been stumbles along the way but overall things have gone good.
I've often thought that this is why I got into the activitities I did. It could be several different factors but that the main one. I have always gone for non team activities. Those that only rely on the self. Golf, Hiking, Jogging, to a minor degree with rock climbing, biking. I think allot of it is that I am introverted and would rather be in small groups.
Anyway...The reason I am jotting this down is that Mom said she spent many a sleepless night worrying about what I was doing. Even though I would come home "unscathed" she would be up worrying as too what may have happened. Actually I do that as well in some aspects but its before,during and after the event. I cover all my bases. :)
It never really occured to me how my exploits would cause them to worry like that. Yes parents do that but to what degree I did not know.
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