It’s a strange phenomenon when the life growth cycle makes you switch roles and you look at everything with a renewed sense of awe and wonder. There’s this whole equation about parents and kids. I’m fortunate to have the equation I do with mine, though there are moments and pieces of me that I can’t share with them completely, which leads me down another path of questions. Does not knowing facets still keep the true essence of a person hidden, or, does it matter? Things I’m learning along the way; a) Now that my folks are getting older, every time they leave it gets just a little bit harder seeing them go; b) There’s an unshakeable truth in these words when I say that I know there’s nobody that would love me as completely and wholly as they do and it’s a little terrifying and saddening to think of a time and think of being in a world without them, c) The sense of happiness I get from spoiling them and taking care of them is indescribable; d) The stubbornness, it’s some next level ‘God give me strength’ vibes with that one; e) If you thought ‘society’ only gave a shit when you’re young to know when you’re getting married, when you’re having your first, second, third kids, and why you aren’t getting married, I’m here to tell you it gets worse when you’re older and when your parents are older. People still like to give their 2 cents and f) those emotional blackmail vibes are stronger than ever.
My whole word vomit is courtesy of family friends trying to tell me I’m not doing enough to unearth a problem and fix it…I think they somehow forgot the part about parents being adults who have minds of their own. I’m done with this ramble for now. If you have your parents around you and you’re on good terms give them an extra tight hug and kisses today.