Sunday, May 06, 2012
Let’s start with the simple reality that they’re both still here, still working, and still regularly in touch with all six children, 13 grandchildren and one great grandchild. The way I always explain my family to people is to say it’s exactly like the Brady Bunch, except if they had a kid with each other, I’d be that child. I’m a combination of the two of them, and at the same time if I'm going to be brutally honest, I really can’t hold a candle to either of them. My father came from Depression-era Philadelphia and worked his way through the University of Pennsylvania and Harvard Medical School to become a top notch surgeon. Even after doing that (and raising a family), he decided to shift gears, and he changed his specialty from general surgery to oncology. He specialized in cancer at a time when people weren’t doing that, not yet at least.
My mom had been my father’s secretary, until she decided in her 40’s that she regretted not finishing her college education. So what did she do? She went back to school and finished her undergraduate degree. Then, she went and earned a master’s degree. Finally, she earned a doctorate. By then, she had become an accomplished psychotherapist. That’s right, both my parents are doctors. They’ve each battled health issues, but they’re both amazingly healthy. If you think I write well, thank my dad. If you think I’m good at getting to the heart of an issue, thank my mom. My inability to get math concepts and my love of creating meals by feel instead of directly from recipes? That’s mom. My love of baseball, sailing, history and politics? Dad. Dad plans things out and really enjoys strawberry rhubarb pie. So do I. Mom is frighteningly intuitive and sees right through people. Ok, so I didn’t inherit everything.
Happy anniversary, mom and dad. I love you!
Posted by David Greene at 10:02 AM