Home » Posts tagged 'Parenting'

Tag Archives: Parenting

Follow Principal Notes on WordPress.com

Lessons From the Lawnmower Shop

Mower shop

Myers Mower and Tiller in Fort Smith, Arkansas

A familiar pungent vapor suddenly burned my nostrils. I stopped and raised the hood to see gasoline spattering onto the motor of my riding lawnmower. I quickly shut off the engine and stepped a few feet away to fill my lungs with fresh air, thankful that there was no fire.

I stood motionless, staring at the hot gasoline-covered engine crackling in the sun, waiting for it to cool. When would I find the time to make two trips hauling that mower to and from the repair shop as my grass continued to grow?

Then, I thought about Saturdays from my childhood while watching my dad repair our old riding mower I’d nicknamed “Death-Trap” because of the way its single steel blade threw rocks and limbs from underneath the deck. It’s a wonder I still have all my toes.  

Maybe I should at least make an attempt at repairing this much newer machine. I decided to remove the offending parts, one of which I couldn’t identify.

When I got to the mower shop, I presented the parts to Rick, the expert behind the counter. “I need a fuel filter and this other thing,” I said, thumping my finger against the black plastic casing. He raised his eyebrows at my little display. He was crisp and clean in his dark green company overalls, but it was early in the day.

“Oh, you need a fuel pump.”

“I thought a fuel pump would be bigger.”

Rick bent the connecting hoses to reveal small cracks and said, “I’ll throw in a piece of new hose, too.” He stepped quickly away to retrieve the parts and returned in less than a minute.

I moved to the cash register and said, “My dad could fix anything, but I didn’t get that trait. Do you charge double for repairs gone wrong?”

Rick laughed and said, “My whole family sings beautifully, but I can’t carry a tune. When I was 12 years old, our preacher said something about the joys of singing and my mother elbowed me and said, ‘Not you. You can’t sing.’ She wasn’t trying to be mean, but I got the message.”

I tilted my head, frowned, and said, “You should go ahead and sing anyway.” I didn’t mention to him that I was a musician.

He smiled and said, “Hope the mower repair works. If you get into a bind, just bring it in, and we’ll take care of it.”

While getting in my truck to leave, I felt a tinge of sadness at Rick’s comments about singing. I thought about how different my life might have been if my parents had pointed out things I couldn’t do. Daddy never said I couldn’t fix things or that everything I touched ended up broken even though I showed little evidence of being handy with tools and was sometimes accident prone.

When I got back home, the engine was cool to the touch. After installing the fuel filter and pump and making the hoses match the picture I took with my phone before removing them, I cranked up the mower. I watched the golden gasoline begin flowing through the clear fuel filter housing. Nothing was spewing from that little black fuel pump, and the motor was running normally. I smiled, thinking of how proud Daddy would be.

As I began cutting our tall grass, I thought about how I dreaded those childhood mowing days with my father. Back then, what should have been a two-hour job often took most of the day, because the mower I called “Death-Trap” often broke down. Now, I’m thankful for those Saturdays spent watching Daddy repair that riding mower. Both of us were unaware of the lessons being taught. I wonder if he knew how those lessons would be remembered years later at a lawn mower shop, by a much older son who is still in awe of the man whose example he still tries to follow.

 

Seeing Mother

Family 8rr

My mother turned 87 on Wednesday, August 8th. When I see her, I see the total of who she has been throughout my life.

I see a loving mother, a committed wife to my dad, and a devoted member of her extended family. I’ve seen her strength in the face of tragedy, illness, and loss. Her small frame stood firm through any challenges that came her way.

Elsie Warnock Yocum 1959

The principal and mother’s class at a school built in 1928 and still in use today. Her son would eventually serve as principal at Yocum from 1994-2001 (long after her retirement).

When I look at my mother, I see a teacher with an amazing work-ethic who invested herself in the lives of children throughout her career. I see someone dedicated to her faith and church. She could write thoughtful and beautiful stories. If a community group needed a directory, she’d organize and type it up. If her church needed a play or program, she’d write and direct it. The little lady got stuff done!

IMG_2077rr

Painting by mother’s brother, Reese Kennedy

I see a mother who was patient with my reluctance to read and obsession with drumming and all things music. She gave me space to explore and follow my interests. She was interested in what I was doing but didn’t hover, or try to control the outcome of everything. Ironically, music led me to greater learning in all areas. She seemed to understand that both of her children were unique and would grow healthier if given love, emotional safety, and the freedom to travel their individual paths in life.

Someone recently lamented the fact that I hadn’t been on any long hiking trips lately due to my parents’ health. I said with a laugh, “They let me live through those rebellious teenage years. The least I can do is help out now.” I’m thankful for the times I’ve been able to serve and assist her during physical struggles. I need the chance to give more than she needs the assistance.

When I see mother today, I do see her loss of mobility and declining eyesight, two things that she finds frustrating because they limit her ability to serve and stay connected to others. More importantly, though, I see a person of dignity in the face of physical challenges. Her humor and kind words for others still brighten a room. Her commitment to my dad is still on full display.

I’m thankful for my mother and grateful for the memories and and vibrant personality that weave into the image I see when I’m with her today.

Mother and Daddy 1

Jimmy & Elsie Warnock

A Few Things My Parents Didn’t Do… (A note to my parents on their 63rd Anniversary)

Jimmy & Elsie Warnock celebrate 63 years of marriage on March 10th.

Jimmy & Elsie Warnock celebrate 63 years of marriage on March 10th.

There are a number of things you never did….but you did their opposite and that has made all the difference.

You never argued in my presence.   If you had disagreements, I never knew because you resolved things in private and presented a unified front as parents.  Two parents on the same page is a force to be reckoned with and simplified my younger years.

You didn’t speak critically of each other.  You had a genuine appreciation for each other’s talents and skills.

You never struck me out of anger.  Oh, there were a few spankings along the way, but the carefully thought out discussion in preparation for a spanking was where the real teaching occurred.

You didn’t yell at me in a harsh way.  You spoke to each other and to your children in a respectful tone, even when you were disappointed or upset.

You never discouraged me.  You tended to encourage my interests even when you might have liked to shape them in another direction.  Sorry about the drum related headaches.

You never dropped me off at a school music performance and picked me up later.  You stayed and watched the performance.  Any criticism was mild. “Why did the drummers keep talking during the performance?”  Your message to stop talking was received.

You never acted as if you were sacrificing anything for us even though you were.  I remember daddy’s early morning departures for work and years of shift work so he could provide for our family.  I remember mother grading tests and spending time reading to prepare as a teacher.

You never lost commitment for each other.  I remember hearing your late night conversations and knowing that you were committed for the long haul.

My father writing a letter to my mother in the early 1950s from Korea.

My father writing a letter to my mother in the early 1950s from Korea.

You never fail to recognize each other’s strengths.  I remember daddy saying on several occasions, “It’s amazing what your mother can do.”  I remember mother bragging on and thanking daddy for the work he did.

You didn’t make unreasonable demands on each other or your children.  You depend on each other in a healthy way.  This has become even more pronounced during recent years.  You both confirm that the other has strengths that complete you and make it possible for you to continue to thrive as you do.

You never worried about having the “best” of everything.  You taught me it is what you do with what you have that matters. Used or secondhand is just fine if it works.   Note to Daddy: One exception I take to this lesson relates to lawn mowers.  After spending so many Saturdays of my childhood watching you patch up mowers rather than mowing, I now own a very nice mower.

You never belittled what I said even when I was a know-it-all teenager.  You listened even when you probably wanted to show me the irrationality of what I was saying.

You never tried to “go it alone” in life.  You built friendships through your work, church, and your community.  You tended to hang around other good people, sharing your strengths and learning from them.  You made everything you were involved in better.

You didn’t criticize my wife. You treated her like a daughter and accepted her as a true member of your family.

You never rejected friends or family.  You were understanding and showed love for others even when they made mistakes or seemed distant for a time.  You’ve shown a tendency to forgive and move on with others.

To be continued….

Congratulations on sixty-three years together.  That is an amazing accomplishment. I’ve been around to see fifty-eight of those years and have some credibility on the subject of your marriage and your parenting.  I give you highest grades on both areas.

Thank you for your continuing commitment to each other, your family, church, and community.  We are all blessed by your influence.

Jimmy & Elsie Warnock around 1953

Jimmy & Elsie Warnock around 1953

Parenting…Perfection Not Required

My parents raised two children and have celebrated 60 years of marriage.

My parents raised two children and have celebrated 60 years of marriage.

I had great parents but didn’t realize this until around age 25. They’ve become more impressive to me with each passing year.  What made them great parents?  I’d like to list a few things that stand out to me.

They were there…  My parents made an effort to attend performances and sporting events I was involved in.  More importantly, they were there emotionally at home.  We had conversations and they let me know that I was an important part of the family….not the center of attention….not the center of their universe, but an important part of the family.

They had expectations of me.  They gave me jobs around the house and expected them to be done.  They expected me to do well in school.  They expected me to work and earn a living. They expected me to respect others. The list goes on but you get the idea.

My parents treated each other with respect.  They may have gotten a little cross or edgy on rare occasions but always in an atmosphere of mutual respect.

My parents loved me unconditionally but also let me experience negative consequences.  They never cared less about me because I made a mistake but they did require that I face the consequences of my actions.  Consequences could be unpleasant but I knew they loved me no matter what.

Parenting is a difficult task!  My parents have often said they weren’t perfect but I don’t think perfection is required.  Giving yourself to the job of parenting and doing the best you can each day is the key.

As an educator, I’m thankful that parents are willing to trust us with their most precious possessions, their children.  Children will someday recognize the good work their parents and teachers do and we will have the satisfaction of seeing their continued growth and learning.

This is me trying to help my dad.

This is me trying to help my dad.

My parents flanked by me and my sister.

My parents flanked by me and my sister.

%d bloggers like this: