My parents had a date night. It was always on Fridays when they would go by themselves. I knew that my parents really loved each other. They would hold hands when they thought we were not watching.
What they would do on date night was to go dancing, see a Spanish movie, or visit friends from Texas. Since we are Texans living in California, I think they were homesick. We did visit Texas at least every three months for many years. My Dad getting sick made that impossible. We could not to visit Texas as often as we had been doing.
Being sick did not stop my Dad from going on date night with my mom. I once saw my parents dancing at a wedding. They were dancing to Spanish music. While they dancing they would lift their leg slightly at the same time. It was a great sight to see!
While my parents went out on Fridays, we were allowed to date on Saturdays. I didn’t start dating until I was 20 years old. In our family every day had something special attached to it. On Sunday no one was allowed to go out. Sunday was a family day. We went to church then we might play baseball or all go out to a restaurant as a family.
We also might visit friends of my parents. On Sundays we did everything together. I actually hated family Sundays. Going to church was something I liked but I hated visiting my parent’s friends.
If I could turn the clock back I think I would enjoy visiting with my parent’s friends or playing baseball with my family.
When I told my husband about my parents having date night he was not surprised. He knew my parents. He knew my dad was funny and loving even to him. When I asked about his parents going out on a date night he said, “No.”
I also knew my husband’s parents. I did love them and I knew they also loved me. What I found amusing was they would raise their voices to each other. My parents never fought or raised their voices to each other or even to us.
In comparison, even one of my husband’s older sister yelled at her father. I knew she was yelling at him to take him to a doctor. When she and her father were yelling I hid in the closet. I was not use to people yelling at each other.
In my family you get punished for what seemed like forever for even speaking rudely to an adult. We would get also get a lecture every day. Yelling at an adult was a crime in my family, even to take them to a doctor. If they want to go to their doctor we respected their wishes.
I actually never heard of a child yelling at parents or even getting mad at them. Even when I told my husband I thought his parent did love each other very much. They did nice things for each other when no one was watching them.
I know every parent is different but you can tell the love they feel for each other by the way they treat and love their children.