Somewhere around twenty years ago I found something online that said the smart Virgo listened to a Taurus because no one else could do a better job of taking care of them.
Can’t remember exactly how or where I came across it but I have always maintained there is truth in it. To know a Taurus is to love and respect them and to perpetually repeat how lucky you are to be acquainted.
You might think that is self serving and over the top but that is clearly jealousy and you ought to stop that as it is not good for your heart.
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Anyhoo as we are a little more than a month away from what would have been my father’s 80th birthday I am sorry not to be able to remind him how lucky he was.
The old man was a Virgo who was blessed to have a sun that is a Taurus. Dad wasn’t big on silly and frivolous stuff unless it came from his grand kids in which case they could do no wrong.
But me, well he was happy to ask for my thoughts and advice from time to time, but not interested in my telling him a smart Virgo consulted their Taurus.
This didn’t stop me from doing so from time to time, which sometimes resulted in my earning a stiff glare.
“You could always try sending me to my room. You were pretty good at that when I was younger.”
Sometimes that resulted in a harder glare, but occasionally he would laugh and tell me I am a pain-in-the-ass.
One time I followed it up by telling him that I thought the quote was more focused on a Taurus-Virgo relationship.
Afterwards I walked over and kissed the top of his bald head.
He looked at me, rolled his eyes and waited for the response he knew was coming.
“You know father if you were a Virgo or Aries woman you would have swooned. That is the kind of kiss that is life changing.”
Dad shook his head and muttered something I shall not repeat in a family oriented blog.
I smiled, bowed and reminded him that I had helped bless him with grandchildren and that I would be happy to tell the kids that grandpa had insulted their father.
I laughed because we both knew that my very young children would have been angry on their father’s behalf.
It’s too bad he isn’t here because if I told that story in front of the kids they would have asked grandpa how I survived childhood.
College Bound…Again
Five years after he walked into the cornfields there is an enormous amount of change in our lives and I obviously miss being able to share the stories with him.
The girl in my arms hadn’t stolen all of my hair in the picture above. I am pretty sure that is before she offered to staple hair to her grandfather’s head so that he wouldn’t be bald.
Lucky for him we stopped that from happening, though he would have forgiven her as she was pretty young when she made the effort.
We blinked and enough time has flown by that we’ll be taking her back to school for her sophomore year. Soon her days will be filled again with chemistry, math and assorted labs.
Her coursework is far harder than most of what I took during my school years. I am impressed by her drive and focus.
I told her I have never doubted that I could do what she is doing and that if I wanted to I could still become a doctor or get a PHD in something.
But I said the important part was “could do” and or “could be.”
“Lots of people have potential to be or to do things. Few work to turn that “could be” into “I did it.”
I wanted her to recognize the willingness to do the work is a distinguishing feature. There is no prize or reward in saying “I could do XYZ if I wanted to.”
Actions are part of what define us.
At the same time I have reminded her that if her interests change she can still pivot. There are few times in our lives when we have the same freedom to change what we are doing as the college years.
“Figure out what you can and never forget that it is still possible to change later if you need to. But if you can figure some things out now it can save you time and money down the road.”
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