A Secret Shared
Dad and I had a wonderful secret for many many years. When I was 11 years old (or so) Mom decided it was time for Dad to discipline me for something I had done and I got the "wait till your father gets home!" from Mom. No idea what I had done ... I can't remember to this day but I sweated it out till he got home. I waited for what seemed forever in my bedroom and when Dad came home he was sent to my room. Dad entered with a hairbrush in hand and shut the door. I was sweating it out when he sat down on the bed to listen to my tale of woes. Dad said he had to punish me and he drew the hairbrush out. With big crocodile tears in my eyes, Dad then leaned to me and pulled my bed pillow out and set it between us. He whispered so Mom couldn't hear on the other side of the door and told me to yell convincingly... he was going to dole out punishment...to the pillow. He proceeded to WHAP that pillow and I yelped appropriately but amid those tears were big smiles between us as he was my hero for sure. It was our biggest secret we shared and we never told Mom until I was grown and he moved from Texas to Connecticut and we picked up life again. When we told Mom finally one day, she slapped her hand to her lap and said... "I knew he couldn't do it!" Thank you Dad for our secret and the warmth in my heart remembering it. I miss you. Love you.
Posted by Gail (Maloney) St. Laurent
Wednesday June 29, 2016 at 7:55 am
