Monday, July 27, 2009

Growing Old....



"We never know the love of our parents for us
until we have become parents.

-- Henry Ward Beecher"





Today as I celebrate my father's 69 years of life, I can't help but think of how old my parents are becoming. And now finally that I'm old enough to realize and appreciate my parents and now also being a parent myself, I sadly have come to the realization that they are not going to be around forever and I feel like I wasted so many years being rude, rebellious and not giving a **** about family. How selfish and obnoxious I have been :-(

When my father was 43 years old, my mom gave birth to me. I ALWAYS hated the fact that I had older parents and "big" grown-up siblings. I actually used to feel embarrassed by the fact that I had old parents, especially when it came school matters. When all the kids in my class had young, hip and funky parents I had parents who are old enough to be my grandparents lol

Through my teenage years and early adulthood I was responsible for adding at least 1000+ grey years on my mother and father's head. I was a free spirit, I wanted to explore and experience things and wasn't afraid of making mistakes. Gosh, I was such a narcissistic hellion.

Now that I am grown-up and a mom, all I want to do is re-pay my parents for all the trouble and grief I have caused them. Whenever I can, I try to give whatever I can unselfishly, kind-heartedly and generously because they deserve it a million times over. Although I cannot go back and be a better daughter, I will try and let the last memory my parents have of me be only that which is good.

I pray that my dad outlives me because I really cannot imagine my life without him. But for now, I really hope he likes my prezzie and I am looking forward to dinner at my mom's this evening.


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