The thing about parents is….

… you can say something mildly funny, and they will laugh like they’re in the front row of a Jim Gaffigan act.

The thing about parents is, each you time you call them, you’d think your voice was their lifeline by the arietta in their hello.

It’s a love I receive, but will not full circle understand until I experience it myself.

And if I am honest, it’s a type of love that scares me, the way many parents discard pride in the hopes of a small morsel of affection from their child. The way they put their scarred heart out there again and again. For years and years.

I see my parents several times a year, and am ached they are no more excused from aging than the next person. Why do they have to do that?

If I could alter space and time, I would make it so my Mom and Dad would wait for me to gain enough wisdom so we could all be great pals and golf together and then die at the same time. But if I could alter space and time, perhaps I’d make it so we wouldn’t have to die at all. That’s another topic.

This spring my Dad will enter his sixth decade in life, my Mom trailing behind a year, and together their third decade of marriage.

We’ll be celebrating those events with them, as they sure enjoy an escape to the country to see their daughter and the son-in-law they so adore. Even my dogs seem to recognize them, as evidenced by the way I no longer exist when they arrive.

I know those two will have plenty of food and trinkets in tow, because, well, that’s another thing about parents.


16 thoughts on “The thing about parents is….

  1. Beautiful post – sitting here with a lump in my throat. You are so blessed to have both your parents. I hope your Dad’s 60th birthday is most memorable. I lost my dad almost 9 years ago… miss him everyday. My Mom is 74 and frail. She has been with me for the last 7 months – her annual summer visit went longer than expected due to sickness. She is on the mend and may be heading home soon. Double edged sword… Thanks for the lovely post.

  2. As one’s parents grow older…the reality sets in that time stops for no one. My mom just turned 67 this past October. All of my aunts and uncles have gray in their hair. When we have family get togethers I am reminded that they were younger than I am now…with their own children, my cousins. There is something about the “changing of the guards”. I’m in my 40’s and my own children are older teens and young adults. And I wonder where the time has gone? Surely, there is time left? Sigh.
    It wasn’t until I became a parent myself that I realized just how wise my own mom is. Having children is probably the closest thing, this side of heaven, to understanding what unconditional love is all about.

  3. Aww … yes the love of parents is unending even when it is misguided and being a parent myself I am learning the wonders of putting my children first in everything and aching for that acknowledgement in return which mostly I do but it does kill you when your six year old gets grumpy and tells you they hate you but I know they love me deep down. Also wish time could stand still (although the six year old could grow another year and then stay still) enjoy your parents they are obviously a good set 🙂

  4. I have been without my mother longer than I got to enjoy her time on earth…please enjoy every minute you can with your parents. I love, love, love being a parent. My heartaches were only tiny…my joy immense. I pray the same for you and Country Man.

  5. I stare at my parents’ hands rather often–remembering all the times they held me and how they look so different now than they did back then. Yes, we are all growing older, and we must cherish them while we have them with us. What a beautiful family you have!

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