So. As I was kicking around the idea of actually keeping a blog to a few friends, I couldn't wrap my head around the idea that people would want to read what I think, or care about it. I had conditioned myself to think that I would be pretty self important to think so. But, then I spoke to one of my students...not TOO far behind me in years that said: "it's not even about that...just write. People want to hear about real things from real people, don't you?" What a difference a few years make in perspective.
So, I am down in MD/DC with my family. My Dad had his first ever surgical procedure in his life in all of 60 something years. A major accomplishment on my Dad's part...too bad I didn't get those genes. I have been in the hospital so many times..LOL. But maybe b/c I am reckless. LOL. But Dad was a Philly Police Officer for years...and still nothing no hospital related injuries. I got to eat my wheaties. LOL. I DIGRESS.
I am blessed to have both of my parents; to benefit from all of their wisdom in my adulthood. I love them so much, I can't imagine my life without them though I know, it is inevitable...that I will eventually live without them...and my kids without me. Morbid, you may ask? NO...morbid is so permanent and terminal. See, I tell them both every chance I can, how much I love them. And I listen to their advice, and memorize their responses, and accept their CRAZINESS. They may take a little more time to get going these days...but can you really put patience on the # of times my dirty diapers were changed, or the price of orthodonics, or broken limbs, or my first 5 speed driving lesson, or my first heartbreak, or the price of books in college etc. NAHHHH. Sometimes I miss the days when they were on full throttle though they still got plenty of juice in them. I just remind myself to take full advantage of ALL my days and ALL my time.
The highlight of the hospital visit was when my Dad was coming out of the anesthesia fog and he was looking dazed and confused. Mom and I teased him that he is now a "drug-y"...looking all spaced out. My Dad who has never touched an illegal substance nor abused a legal one; a man that has had a distinguished 40 year career of putting "those kinda of people" behind bars says..."yeah...give me some of the weeds" through his groggy smile. Spoken like a true hard core druggy rockstar. HAHA!
Enjoy your parents as best you can for as long as you can. And get out and destroy your own reputation!
Peace and Soul!
Rt!
1 comment:
I couldn't agree with you more about caring for the people that raised you...to cherish them and tell them while they're here with us.
I try to at least speak to my mother once a week.We can be on the phone for hours talking about
family stuff or current events.
Sometimes I'll send her a card just for the hell of it. On my birthday I make sure to buy her at least a "Thank You" card because, if it were not for her my sisters and I would not be here! I laugh because she always asks "Where do you find these cards you give me!"
I love that these little things make her smile and feel some of the love she brings out of me.
I try to surprise her through out the year with little things I think will make her smile or make her life a little easier...she has worked so hard and supported ( and still supports)us. She encourages and advises when asked.
Parents can be blessings and we should try to be that to them.
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