Birthday Celebrations

This is a big week for our family. It turns out that my parents were born six days and four years apart. This Friday, my Dad turns 80 and last week my Mom turned 76. I probably get no points for stating their ages, but both are milestones to be celebrated. These are special days for both, with many experiences between them. Thankfully, both are in good health and stay active.

When one looks back on their lives, there are lessons and experiences that stick with us. Both of my parents were born and raised during the Great Depression. As many of you know, those raised during that time tend to be conservative with their money, have a great work ethic, and never want to be without again. My mom's side had it a bit easier than my dad's family, though the impressions formed run deep. Like many families, they never knew they were poor or did without. This allows one to grow up without airs or feeling like you need to catch up with others.

My parents represent the baby boomers and part of the "Greatest Generation." They have worked hard all their lives, put three kids through school, supported us when necessary, and provide an on-going example of how to live your life. They don't ask much in return and probably don't get much back. They have lead by example all their life and my siblings and I are better off for it.

Birthdays are a time of reflection and hope. We celebrate the past and hope it has positioned us well for the future. When you're 80 and 76, there is much to celebrate. I suppose one wonders about their legacy, did they make good decisions, and what if they had to do it all over again? We all make decisions throughout our lives that define who we are and what we have to give. My parents are no exception. My Dad was in the Marines then went to Virginia Tech. He met my Mom and then took a job with Chrysler in Detroit. For thirty-two years he worked there, and created a life for themselves in Michigan. In 1996, they moved back to Virginia to Williamsburg, about an hour north of where they were raised.

Who knows how many years they have left? By the looks of both of them-I'd say many. I can attest they have made good decisions and don't need to consider "what-ifs." I'm proud to be their son and thank them for all their love and support. I guess that's the best way to say thanks and repay them for all they've done and given to me. Join me in celebrating their birthdays and let's hope there are many more.