Lukewarm Love: Tepid Parents & Tender Moments

This might be a blog…or the beginning of an entire story.

Tepid and tender go together about as well as oil and water. For kids who grew up with tepid parents, warm childhood memories are like unicorns. They might have occasionally happened, but you’ll need photographic evidence to serve as a reminder.

Tax-Day Love

If you grew up with a parent who expressed more feelings on Tax Day than on your first day of kindergarten, then you know. It’s not that they didn’t love us. They did. And they do still; it’s just different. It’s more of a hey-I-don’t-want-you-to-get-eaten-by-an-alligator love, not an I-want-to-hug-you-and-read-you-bedtime-stories love.

It’s also an if-you-get-into-a-tussle-with-an-alligator-don’t-get-dirt-in-the-house kind of love.

As a grown-up, when I hear friends talk about heartfelt talks and poignant coming-of-age stories, it all sounds like a fantasy language that might be spoken by gnomes and fairies and princesses at tea parties. I didn’t have tea parties, but on the other hand, there’s no way the “foibles” my family brushed under the rug would ever make it onto a Lifetime Movie either. We fell somewhere in the middle, and sometimes the middle is ok. It teaches you what you want to do better when you have a family of your own.