Personal Childhood Blog

My dad: Walter Jones

My dad was one of those people in my life who led by example.  He modeled patience and true caring for others.  I never had to wonder or be afraid of his reactions if I had done something wrong.  Usually he would just ask me what I was going to do to make it right.  I felt so bad anytime I would disappoint him, it didn’t happen too often.  My dad made time for me and let me tag along on fishing, camping and hikes, even when I was the only girl going.  My dad had high expectations for me and always made sure I knew he had faith that I could accomplish anything I decided to try.  My dad always showed me unconditional love and shared his faith in Jesus Christ with me.  He taught me about being “real” with others to give honest feedback even when it was not pleasant.  He taught me about serving others and giving back to the community.  I still have my dad inside my head as I go through life being my self reflective partner asking myself the hard questions and remembering is faith in me to see things through.

My mom: Zona Jones

My mom had definite opinions and rules for just about everything.  She never deviated from her rules.  Fair always meant the same.  She had rules about chores, how many friends could stay over, how long we could spend taking a bath, how much I could pay for a pair of shoes, etc.  She was never super affectionate, but always gave me a sense of security and consistency.  Things had to be done just so, but when they were completed she would give us praise and let us know she appreciated the help.  My mom’s favorite slogan was “you don’t work you don’t eat”, not that we ever went hungry but it got the point across.  When I look back on it now, she had five kids, one modest family income, and a large household to run.  I think my mom taught me to work hard as a team player, show appreciation to others, and to treat others as you would want to be treated.

My big sister: Linda Conn

My oldest sister (12 years older) left for college when I was only five years old.  What I remember the most about her is she always found a way to make me feel like she truly enjoyed my company and cherished our moments together.  She would make my birthdays extra special by doing little things like putting pretty decorations on the cake.  She’d brush my hair before I went to bed, make clothes for my Barbie dolls,  and give me her old records that she did not need anymore.  I was very sad when she left for college. When she had her first daughter (I was only nine), I took on that role towards her daughter, nurtured and loved her.  I think my sister taught me about being a loving caring person and that children should be cherished and respected.  She continues to special things for me as an adult: she makes personal greeting cards and sends them “just because”; takes me to the theater;  and arranges for a sisters weekend.

Friend of the Family at Church: “Pinky” Waid

“Pinky” was an elder at our church, every Sunday he would greet me with, “Well if it isn’t the beautiful Brenda Jones”.  He was always very verbal with his emotions and affection.  Coming from an adult male, it made an impact on me.  He continued to greet me the same way, until about a year ago, when he passed away.  Growing up with a low self-esteem, his weekly affirmation gave me hope that there was something in me that was truly beautiful. 

My big brother: David Jones

My older brother was very protective of me.  He would protest if someone was being careless when they held me. He would read stories to me at bedtime.  He even gave me a special nickname that I did not always appreciate, but in retrospect it made me feel special and unique.  I felt nurtured and loved when I was with him.