Parents and Children
Together A Unique Bond
I have begun to plant thee, and will labor to make thee full of growing ...
Macbeth, Act 1, Scene 4
I was a teenager during the sixties. Right around the time I hit the big 'one-three,' the Women's Movement came to town, and the world as we had all known it came spinning to its well-deserved end. Dinner still appeared on the kitchen table promptly at six o'clock, but as often as not, it popped out of a Swanson's box, or it was Dad's special silver-dollar pancakes. Mom had returned to school to study literature and to find herself. One evening, as she was carefully pulling back the foil wrapper from a silver-toned tray, she turned to me and asked, "Now that you're getting older, why don't we become friends? You can call me by my first name. Wouldn't that be great?" I liked
Parents and their children play a multitude of roles to each other. (Melanie Margolis, Photographer.)