I
am a 47 year-old woman. I even have children of my own. But why do I feel like
a little girl again each time I see my parents?
It’s
odd, but there is something comforting about seeing them. Even though
I’ve been out of their house since I was 18 years old. Even though I’ve been
married almost 22 years. When they are here, I feel reassured somehow.
My
parents visited us for just a couple of days last week, and everyone looked
forward to seeing them. I just saw them in May when I went to their house by
myself. But they haven’t seen Jim and the kids since Thanksgiving, and that’s a
long time.
We
played games, saw The Lone Ranger,
went shopping, and watched fireworks. Before we knew it, the time was up, and
it was time for them to head back home again. Mom even started to cry a little,
which was a good sign that we hadn’t driven them crazy yet. And I wasn’t ready
for them to leave, which was the same good sign.
Life
seems to speed up the older we are. I find it hard to believe they are 70. 70!
To me, they will never be old… even though gray hair finds its way to their
heads… even though they have a few more wrinkles, need more sleep, and get
tired more than they used to.
I
will always be their girl, and it is hard to say goodbye.
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