A mouthful of soda...
My parents were pretty forgiving to me and my brother. Sure, kids make mistakes, normal things like forgetfulness, procrastination, etc. We weren't liars and if we did something that required punishment, most of the time it wasn't severe.Both my parents were literal... no hidden agendas. If we were asked (or told) to do something it was a good reason.
Some of my friends had parents who got angry at the slightest thing... probably because it was the only pleasure in their miserable lives. Arriving home 15 minutes after curfew would be no privileges for a month. Yeah... maybe that why so many turned to drugs... escape their parents for a while.
Anyway, I remember opening a soda bottle getting ready to pour a drink then my mother asked if I would pour some for her. "Sure mom, how much do you want?"
She asked for a mouthful.
Okay... the only way to properly gauge a mouthful was to...
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They weren't perfect (parenting doesn't come with a manual) but in fairness to them, came pretty close - we had a good childhood. They were a good team, always there for us, always available to talk and good role models. They were both working together and despite being together all day, I can't recall fighting. I can remember coming home and the 2 of them listening to the radio and discussing politics etc. They always had something to talk about and they did things together or we all did as a family.
Rules were clear, not extreme and I can't remember being grounded or anything worse happening often. We also knew to respect boundaries. They never tried to "keep up with the Joneses" which I'm highly thankful for. There are more important things in life.