The older I get the more I understand things that either didn't phase me, as a kid, or "get" things that didn't make a bit of sense. For instance...
At the age of 9 I had 8 teeth pulled. It was no big deal to me, but as a parent who's own child has had teeth pulled, I wonder what my parent's were really feeling. It's heartbreaking.
My mother was a SAHM. While I didn't realize what she went through, I knew I never wanted to be one. I wanted to have a career and be dependant on No one. Then I had a child and quickly felt unfulfilled by my career and determined that the only way I would find true happiness was to be at home to raise my children...at any cost.
My mother was very protective over us when it came to someone hurting our feelings. If I had a name-calling spat with a friend (at say, 5), I was not allowed to play with that friend for the rest of the day. It frustrated me to no end. As a parent, I have to bite my tongue to not make the same mistake with my kids. Sometimes the neighbor kids get bossy or upset and threaten to leave. I watch my kids give in so they will stay. It takes everything I've got to let them work it out and not open the door for the kid making threats to get their way.
At 9 I took over the responsibility of doing my own laundry, I wished and wished that the washer or dryer would break down. Last week I got a new dryer...and couldn't be more thrilled.
Every day when my step father returned from work, the first thing he would do was make martinis for he and my mother. It's just what they did, I didn't give it much thought. Today that tradition has been carried over and I realize that it's a nice adult treat to celebrate making it through another day.
Its nice to be reflective. I've realized I have taken so much for granted and didn't really realize all the hard wok my parents have done to raise me.ReplyDelete