When I was a little girl, I used to love sitting on my mom’s
bed in our small home and watching her get ready for a date with my dad. I could see her face reflected in the mirror
above her dresser and noted every detail of the whole process, which seemed
completely elegant to me. It was the
1960’s and I was fascinated as Mom backcombed and sprayed her bouffant hairdo
to perfection. She applied lipstick and
blotted it with a tissue. And finally,
my favorite part, the jewelry: clip-on earrings and a necklace from among the
glittering collection of costume jewelry that I loved to peek at in her dresser
drawer and try them on myself when nobody was looking.
It was so exciting when my Dad came home from work, kissed
my Mom in the kitchen, and hugged us all goodbye for the evening. The babysitter was ready to tell wonderful
bedtime stories and as I watched my parents go out the door I could see how
happy they were to go out for their evening together. They treated each other
with love and respect and strengthened their relationship by setting aside time
for each other. Sensing their love for
each other always made me feel warm and secure.
I was sure they were the most romantic parents in the world.
Becky
Becky