My Story-My Angle

We all know that our early childhood experiences will most likely affect each of us in a particular way. I sometimes find myself looking back at my past to understand why I think or act a certain way in the present.

I fondly remember the big weeping willow tree just off to the left of our house in the front yard. Being a bit of a tomboy, I often would swing from the dangling green branches which loomed overhead. I also vividly remember sled riding down the bank of the same hill where the weeping willow stood. Ok, it was a slope, but in my eyes, it was a hill.

I was definitely a girl who loved the outdoors.

No matter where I played outside, my mother could see me from all directions from the house. We had windows on all four sides. I can still see her face while pushing back the curtains to see if her little girl was still safe and sound.

As a Child Development Specialist, I know that parents are the most powerful influence on their children. I also know that how we relate in our childhood family relationships is how we learn to relate in our adulthood.

Let’s get back to my childhood memories.

My mother was and still is a very loving and caring woman. She always made sure, I along with my three brothers, learned the right and wrong of things. Oh how I remember the big Family Bible with its delicate pages and the vivid pictures of each story she read. She always made sure we said our prayers. She always made sure dinner was on the table each evening just as my dad would walk in the door from his coal mining job and she always made sure we used our manners when in public. My mother was and still is a wonderful cook. I never really learned that skill from her; at least not in her cooking techniques. She cooked from scratch. Me? I need a recipe and even then, it’s been a big fail. 🙂

My father, as I said, was a coal miner. He worked long and hard each day to make sure the bills were paid and supplied all the basics and more to keep his happy family smiling. I was a Daddy’s Girl! When most girls were playing with dolls and pretending, I was outside watching my dad as he worked underneath our family car. I was a girl of many questions and he always had an answer.

While my dad was lenient and laid back my mom was more structured and on the conservative side. It made a good balance for raising a Christian family, but somewhere along the way…not so balanced, for me.

As I grew older, that old weeping willow was cut down and the sled riding slope no longer seemed like a hill.

As I grew older, the window my mom continued to look out became much smaller and much harder for me to see her way of thinking. I no longer wanted to do things the way they had always been done. I no longer wanted to be the image in which she portrayed me to be. Like most teenagers wanting their independence, I rebelled. I’m not saying I’m proud of it. I’m merely admitting my guilt.

Time passed. I married and became a young wife and mother. I carried those memories with me. The willow tree, the sled riding days, how to fix a car with dad memories and my mother looking out the window. Becoming a parent had changed me. I had my own home, my own windows,  my own view or… so I thought…

When I think about some of the most difficult things I’ve ever accomplished, being a parent makes the top of the list.

As a young mother, I found myself looking through the same window as my mother. I was a good mother. My mother was a good mother. But my children were seeing the same view from their window as I saw from my mine. Please don’t misunderstand me. I love my parents very much. They are beautiful in every way. I am their daughter and proud to say that out loud. There was nothing wrong with the view from my mother’s window… But that view was my mothers. I wanted to look further and have a view of my own.

It wasn’t until years later, I learned to see things differently. I had learned that my perspective created my perception. When my perspective changed, so did I.

I truly never knew the love of my parents until I became a parent myself.

Parenting is a lifetime learning experience and it is going to take me a lifetime to learn.

“So, what’s my story all about?” you ask. “What’s my angle?”

I think learning is a life-long journey. Our understanding depends not only on what we view but also, from where we view it. It wasn’t until years later, I learned to see things differently. I had learned that my perspective created my perception. When my perspective changed, so did I.

That’s my story!

I began writing this blog as just a way of releasing all my views from the world around me. The more I wrote, the more I wanted to say. At some point, I knew I needed to share what I had written because that’s what you do on a blog. So, I hit the “publish” button which immediately sent it out to the world of readers. At first, I only had a few followers who were mainly friends and family. As time passed, my words began to connect with people; people I didn’t know. They saw my view. Not only did they see my view, but I saw theirs.

That’s my angle!

I believe everyone has within them an imagination that needs to be explored through thought, creativity and expression. There is no right or wrong way because we are the author, artist, creator and the one who sets the very standard for the masterpiece. Everyone has a window and each window has a view. What makes me unique from all the others is This is the View From My Window. For this, I am Thankful!


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28 thoughts on “My Story-My Angle

  1. This story rings so true for me. I too loved my parents. I too rebelled. And, as I grow older, I understand my parents’ love and their actions much better. The funny thing is that, as I child, a weeping willow tree loomed large from the kitchen window of the apartment we lived in!


  2. I agree with everything written here. Our childhood greatly affects the way we are. Our parents and how they raised or loved us. I am a parent now and like you, I’ve also changed my perspective so that my kids will see a better view. I had to change so they could be better. 🙂 nice post.

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    1. Thanks so much! It’s a strange thing to separate from your parents and eventually have your own way of thinking. Sometimes we form different ideas because that’s normal. That’s what is supposed to happen naturally and others times, we can purposely think differently because we don’t want to be associated with a particular way of thinking for what every reason. Maybe because it doesn’t make sense to us or doesn’t feel right or maybe because we just want to be different. And raising children of your own to be able to make good choices and think for themselves, independently, is entirely another story. 🙂 Thanks so much for your comments! I enjoyed your thoughts.

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  3. teamjacksonadventures February 2, 2016 — 2:25 pm

    Really enjoyed this story as well. I felt at great peace reading it. Your words are a massage for this weary traveler. 🙂

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    1. Thanks! I really appreciate the kind words. You made me smile! 🙂

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  4. This is an encouraging and wonderful post. I like the connection you make with the title of your blog. As usual, you make me think. I remember an experience with my mother and that experience created a perspective I had about myself for a long while but from her perspective. It is interesting and true that once you become a parent you understand your own parents so much bettter. And, last but certainly not least, we have a view from our own window, our own story as we travel this journey. Thanks for sharing.

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    1. Thank you for such encouraging words. You have no idea what this means to me. I sometimes write about myself and refer to her as “she” and other times, the “she” is about someone else. This way, no one really knows exactly who I’m talking about. But with this particular post, I decided to share coming from my own personal experience and own it up-close and personal.It may help others who may be reading, but it helps me so much more. Thanks again for reading, commenting and taking the time to share your thoughts. 🙂

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  5. Great story: Inspiring and in line with the title. You had a wonderful childhood, and the picture of the willow tree gives life to the story, and I really enjoyed it. A great family is a family with loving and responsible parents who do everything possible to live happily with their children in spite of any obstacle, and yours fits well. Parenting takes a lifetime to learn, and being able to keep memories of how your parents played their roles in shaping you to becoming a responsible adult is a good step into parenthood. Thanks for this beautiful. piece.

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    1. Thanks again for always giving me a smile on my face! 🙂 I appreciate your comments more and more each time. Yes, I had great parents growing up and they are still just as amazing, if not more. They have taught me so much. I am so blessed to be able to take what I have learned and pass it on to my children and their children and on down the line. That’s the amazing thing about families. 🙂

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      1. You are welcome, Laura. I always enjoyed your work, and I look forward to reading more. 🙂

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  6. swinging from the dangling green branches must have been quite a wonderful childhood memory for you ! nicely written post ! i enjoyed reading this one 🙂


  7. very nice post. Thanks for sharing.


  8. Oh I’m so glad I have found your Blog!such an amazing read.This is the first post i have read this morning and what an inspiration you have given me. I can totally feel have a wonderful childhood,and that willow tree? it’s such a touching story.Many times in our lives, things are gone and yet the memories are kept forever.I totally agree with you about Parenthood, it is such a wonderful journey of self-discovery. I hope you don’t mind me following you. Have a great day !

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    1. I am so glad you could make a connection with my words. Sometimes when I write, especially when it’s very personal, words don’t always come out the way I like. Even though my children are adults and I am now a Grandmother, I still am learning so much about Parenthood. I appreciate your positive feedback and I look forward to looking you up and following you as well. Thanks so much! 🙂

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      1. Thank you..i look forward to read more from your blog.

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  9. Hii there, I’m in the ranks of the 201 Blogging Uni. Saw your post about this being your most private family story to date. That’s a brave thing to do putting it out there into the blogosphere for strangers eyes to see and read. Reminiscing like this takes courage. Hindsight gives us a whole new perspective on things. Just a few comments, as this is what we are doing in the 201, seeking feedback and constructive critique. Love the weeping willow image. The other two left me wondering – I’m not sure what the can is and how it links to your story; the window image may be more impactful if it was larger perhaps, or a different image. Congratulations for putting yourself out there!

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    1. Thanks so much! The photos were not what I wanted focused on. The story line was the goal. The can is a pic of a miners lunch bucket and the image of the window is my own icon I made for my blog in another assignment from the past. My blog icon image which is the view from my window. They all connect to the story. Thanks for the critique!


    2. Hi! Thanks for stopping by! I went back in and made some edits. The can is a pic of a coal miners lunch bucket that my dad carried back and forth every day. The small window image is my icon i personally made from a recent assignment from another Blogging U Course. It’s a small version of a pic I took and made it an icon. If you click on it, it will take you back to the top, or the beginning of my blog. But, the photos were not my main concentration of the post. The entire story line was my focus. Sorry for any miscommunications through the photos. Thanks so much for your critique! 🙂

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      1. It’s not so much a miscommunication as a question mark that it leaves for me, anyway. Even a caption under the photo of the lunch box would give it context and link to your story. I’m not sure how you would get around the icon bit – as a newcomer to your blog I just assumed it was meant to be a picture of a window because that’s what your story theme is. I use a lot of images in my posts – probably too many, but I try and find ones that have an obvious link and add another layer of content to the story. But that’s just me. It can be very time consuming to do that. There are a couple of reasons why I do it. One is to break up a long story or post into bite size pieces. The other is to give a visual cue that also links to the content. Some people are more visual. Something I learnt at uni 🙂

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        1. I removed the coal miner’s lunch bucket pic and I also replaced the small window pic with a larger version of the view from my window. If you click on it, it still takes you back to the beginning or back to my blog. I think it looks better. Thanks for all your suggestions! 🙂

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          1. My pleasure. Perhaps you could do a story about the lunch bucket. Seems such an interesting item.


  10. You, like I, had amazing, loving parents. We were indeed blessed. You paint such neat word pictures. Good writing. Parenting runs the gambit between bursting with pride and collapsing from despair. Thankfully most seem to be quite happy with the men and women they watch over to adulthood. But the pride and the pain continue as following generations rise and fall.

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    1. You said it better than I ever could. The lump in the throat from pride as well as despair along with the tears of joy and sorrow. But, being a parent has made all the difference in who I am and being a Grandparent has added another piece to the family portrait. Thanks so much for your positive comments. I hope to find you and follow you, as well. 🙂

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  11. Great post!

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    1. Thanks so much! I appreciate your encouraging words! 🙂

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  12. Parenting is a lifelong occupation but need to learn to lose the remote control:)

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    1. 🙂 I’m still amazed by your way with words. Thanks so much for reading and commenting! I appreciate your thoughts!

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      1. You are welcome.
        Thanks for your kind words.

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Karen M. Rapp

I'm always looking for hope, and sometimes I just like to share what I've found.

Just over here living with depression, telling stories, sharing favorites, posting blurry pictures, and practicing sarcasm.

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