Meet Bud. Bud the Banana. You know how your kids give you things when they're little and they become part of your daily landscape? Well, Bud has been part of every drive I have taken since Em introduced him to me when she was in 8th grade (about 10 years ago). If I remember correctly (and that is a BIG assumption on my part), Em won him at an amusement park on an 8th grade field trip. Bud has faded somewhat over the years but is still good company. He hangs from the fan switch and watches me drive.
I've always wondered why someone thought a stuffed banana was a good idea but I like having him around. When I was in college, my brother (who is 10 years younger and therefore was 8 or 9) gave me a little Lego spaceman to put on the dashboard to keep me company while I drove back and forth to school. I loved Spaceman but lost track of him long ago. I don't know why people seem to think I need company in the car.....
I don't usually talk about things that happened in my childhood. I'm not sure why it came out on Saturday. My mother wasn't married when I was born (not so common in 1957!) and lived with her mother. She married my sister's father who wanted her to put both my sister and I in an orphanage and come to live in Florida with him. She said no, and worked hard to keep us together which included working 3 jobs and leaving us with a babysitter much of the time. She and my dad married when I was 7 and my brother was born 3 years later. There were no "steps" in our family. My dad legally adopted my sister and I in 1972 after I asked him to. I think I asked him this after a friend said her father had adopted her legally and I thought it would make me feel more secure in our family.
My dad was a tough one. He had rules and his pronouncements were gospel. If he said the sky was purple, then the sky was purple (even if it wasn't). We learned to keep quiet and follow rules.
My girls wouldn't have lasted long in that family. I wanted to create a family where it was ok, even encouraged to ask questions and disagree. Did this make it difficult? You betcha. But I have three independent thinking individuals for children. They questioned everything and still do. It's so cool.