A couple days ago, I mentioned my father’s death
when I was five years old, right? Well, another memory involving my father hit
me last night. I remember my mama always referring to him as “Sweetie.” So, of
course at that young age I thought that was the man’s name. LOL! He died when I
was five so this memory comes from that last year or prior. Yep, I thought “Sweetie”
was my dad’s name until one day I heard him call my mama “Sweetie.” Oh Lawd!
You mean his name is not Sweetie?? I do not know what went through my mind
after this or how I processed it, but I remember my little brain being confused
that both their names were “Sweetie.” Though I had my father in my life a very,
very short time I’m grateful that I grew up remembering that at one time I thought
his name was Sweetie instead of Mother-something, Punk-something
or some other derogatory name. Be thankful for the words your parent(s) planted around you as a child. Not every child has grown up or can grow up without having the wrong things implanted in their little brains. Nevertheless, if you were not so fortunate, what does your child or grandchild hear you call their mom or dad? I am a witness, kids may remember very little that occurred before a certain age in life, but some things do stick.
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