It never dawned on me before. Not until my brothers were visiting me this past week-end, that we never know how much we influence others. We never know what impact we have made in someone’s life – sometimes for the good, and sometimes the not-so-good.
As the three of us reminisced about our childhood, we all had such different memories, such different experiences. It’s almost like we were raised by different people, but we weren’t. We were all raised by the same parents in the same neighborhood in the same house.
One thing was constant, though – we certainly had a deep connection to each other. Not even the 14 year age difference could diminish that.
We hiked out to Picnic Point in Madison and it was an absolutely glorious day. When we got to the end of the trail, I noticed a tree leaning over, ready to fall. The only thing that held it together was its roots, strong and firm and unwavering – just like my love for my brothers. Nothing can ever take that away from me.
And for that, I thank my parents. Somehow, someway, through all their differences, sometimes for the good and sometimes the not-so-good, they gave us the roots we need to bond and love and laugh and create memories for a lifetime. Thank you Mom and Dad.