I think the thing I've hated the most about growing up is being faced with the stark reality that my parents are mortal. That, as I get older, they will continue to prove their mortality through illness and frailty. I love, love, love my mom. And I need her even more. I wish I could take back all the teenage angst I poured toward her and replace it with the admiration and gratitude I should have shown. I wish I could grow older and she could stay just the same--have her there to be proud or disappointed with everything I do.
It's a wish that makes me realize that I really have grown up, a good bit. But I still have a lot more growing up to do.
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I often have the same thought lately, about my parents. How sad that loved ones have to die. Too bad we aren't immortal elves. Sometimes I just want to move closer to home so I can spend more time there, and support them.
I miss you too jesster! Don't grow up to much while I'm gone please!
-the Analogy-Hater Poser
I miss you too jesster! Don't grow up to much while I'm gone please!
-the Analogy-Hater Poser
I miss you too jesster! Don't grow up to much while I'm gone please!
-the Analogy-Hater Poser
oops, I'm echoing again.
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