What More Can I Say

Why are cocktails called cocktails? Is it because the consumption of them leads to the pursuit of cocks and tails??? Just wondering.

While reading this book, I came across this quote that I found rather interesting. I won’t tell you the name of the book just yet because I want to hear your thoughts and then tie it to another quote from the same book in a future post – possibly tomorrow. So the quote goes “Fathers always want you to measure up to something. Mothers are the ones who love you unconditionally”. Is this true?

Looking back on my earlier years, I am inclined to agree with the quote. Without a doubt, my mother loves me unconditionally. The good, the bad, the pretty and the ugly. She’s also my biggest cheerleader and will support me in ANYTHING that I do. And that’s not to say that my father doesn’t do the same, because he does. He too loves all parts of me. I’m his big baby (which he still calls me that to this day) and my sister is his little baby. But what cannot be denied, is that throughout my life, there are things that we hid from my daddy. My daddy never knew how much I skipped school, or that I phucked up the door on his car and I refused to come home from school for about a month until it was fixed (we won’t talk about how Maaco painted the door a different color from the rest of the car and I prayed he wouldn’t notice). He didn’t know that I flat out totaled a rental car, or got arrested for, well we won’t get into that story. The bottom line is there are things that to this day, he doesn’t know about his sweet and innocent V (although he does know I am far from innocent LOL). The point is, when sh*t went wrong, it was my mother who I never hesitated to call, and who suggested we “not tell your daddy”. Is it because subconsciously we knew he wanted us to measure up to an ideal that he had for us? I understand that little girls are different from little boys, and daddies treat them differently. But even with boys, don’t fathers want their sons to “measure up” to something while mothers love unconditionally?

And taking this a step further, do we love our parents differently? Do we love our mothers unconditionally, while we hold our fathers to different standards and expect them to measure up to the ideal man? Would we be more forgiving of our mothers than we would our fathers?