My Childhood
Our family of origin – the family we grow up in – shaped our values, set our moral compass, nurtured us mentally and emotionally and provided for our basic needs. Recently, I have been asked by several to talk about my childhood. I dedicate this blog to all baby boomers. One asked, “Pastor, what good things do you remember about your growing up years.” I was intrigued by the question, because often it’s all too easy to remember the bad and minimize the good. Actually, I appreciated the question because it forced me to take a trip down memory lane beginning in 1961 and pull out those memories that still feed into the “collective me.” I would like to share several highlights: 1. My first day of kindergarten was traumatic for me and I remember crying. I also wet my pants! Mrs. Baber knelt down beside me and told me what a good, strong boy I was and protected my dignity. Her kind, supportive words literally...