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2014 Blog Project: Week 12

March 27, 2014  •  Leave a Comment

Blog Project Week 12: A Mother's/Father's Love

There is a door frame in our basement that leads to my father's workshop that has been marked up, written all over, and gouged with pencil. It started over 25 years ago and was last touched about 16 years ago. Yet even when my father passed away and my sister started using his workshop, this marred door frame stayed the same.

Growing up, this door frame was where my sister and I measured how much we had grown since the last time we took a pencil to the old piece of wood. It would usually happen when one of us wandered down to visit my dad while he was working on a project in his shop, where we frequently kept him company as he taught us about power tools. Some of my happiest memories of spending time with him were in that shop, standing on a stool and cutting small pieces of wood with a file. It would be standing in the doorway that he would remark that I had grown so much since the last line we marked, and I would stand up as straight as possible against the frame to see how big I was getting. I was always so tall for my age and instead of feeling like an out of place giant, against this frame I felt like a "big girl, growing up so fast".

The last mark was from when I was 13 years old, when  I stopped growing. Dad never took down the piece of wood, mom never groaned that we were practically carving things all over unfinished pieces of wood. I think they loved having a record of watching their little girls grow up just as much as we had fun looking back on our childhood through pencil marks.

My sister and I were fortunate enough to grow up with two incredible parents who loved their daughters very much, and while this piece of wood is just a tiny gesture compared to the millions of sacrifices and other actions that proved their love -- it's symbolic of us always being their little girls, no matter how big we get.


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