How important are your roots?

rheadopmeijer

Jun 29

How important are your roots? Looking back on my life, I was a little baffled by all the changes the world has gone through. I look at myself as a toddler, a 4-year-old, growing up with my siblings. My world consisted of the warmth of our kitchen, with a wood stove to cook on. It also provided us with hot water for our weekly Saturday baths. This also happened in the kitchen, the only warm room in the house. Sitting in a little iron bath while my mother washed my hair. The warm water ran from the top of my head down my back. I have never forgotten this sensation The first time we had hot water, a shower with hot, not just cold water. A gas fireplace to keep the living room warm and coal for the stove. Get them outside the coal store every morning to heat up the furnace, so my mother could boil water to make us tea and coffee for my father. It also enabled my mother to cook the meals on it. I remember the clogs I wore in winter. Keeping my feet warm, but they weren't as practical when the snow fell. Walking on snow was very difficult, as I experienced while walking the dog. Skating like children on wooden skates. All the games we played outside as kids. With the marbles, jumping rope, drawing on the sidewalk, jogging with the balls, adding more until I could use five at a time. Playing hide and seek with the neighbors kids. Playing football with the boys, climbing trees and playing outside. I remember the first car in the street, also the first radio and television. Watch with the neighbors until we had one ourselves. Born in 1955, so many novelties have been developed since then. Such as the switch from black and white to color television. The record player, with the LPs. The first CD player. The revolution of the typewriters, the telephone in the mobile phone. So many things have changed since those days, growing up in a new world. Technology has changed our lives so much. I remember the moment I realized how much the world had changed for my grandparents, born in the early 1900s. They had to endure both WWI and the pre-WWII depressions. I grew up during a time when my parents and their generation had to rebuild our nation. My parents had a great marriage. They both worked the jobs my father had. I grew up with this role model, for women to work even while they were married and had kids. We as children also participated in their work when my father was a janitor at a high school. It taught me so much about the value of a relationship where partners are equal. It has shaped me into an independent young woman. They emphasized the importance of the research, so that you could support yourself in your own way. Not only that, they also encouraged us to give our best. Be the best you can be. Not being better than anyone else. So different from my friends' parents. There was a traditional way of raising children with authority, the role between husband and wife. My upbringing is so important to this day. My roots, my grandparents and my parents were the building blocks. They are the cement that allowed me to grow up with a clear perspective on the way marriage would feel right. The equality between both partners, and the love they shared with each other. They have given me consciousness as well as consciousness. It paved the way for me to be self-aware of what I wanted from life. They gave me the building blocks to trust my own instincts. To trust and stand for my beliefs, even if it wasn't always met with other people's belief system. I am so proud of my parents and the way they showed me the importance of a solid partnership, full of love and understanding. Allowing us to be who we were, to express our opinions, even if they were different. Communication was such an important part of my growing up in my family. Up to the present day. So here I am, reminiscing about the importance of my roots. On this day, a new year lies ahead of me. By letting the energy that comes with it fill me up again. Gratitude and love for everything they shared with me, showed me and taught me. To be the best version of me. To share my ideas and vision without fear, only through the love my parents gave me. How to put it into words and have my conversation. The power and importance of my roots shine through every message I've shared. And so it is done. High Self Rhea Dopmeijer (c) Heartfelt Messages