My parents' house - the front lawn. Great place to hang out in the evenings.
My parents circa 1998.
Yesterday I spent the whole evening sitting in my parents’ front lawn watching them do some gardening. It was a cloudy evening and my parents loved gardening during the holidays, especially when the kids are around and they could brag about their latest plant addition.
On this particular evening I noticed something. They have aged . I had been too busy growing up for the past 24 years that I forgot to see that they have grown older too. My dad used to be thinner and more sinewy, now he has a belly and tired wrinkles around his eyes. I used to always admire my mom’s hands. She had long skinny fingers and elegant elongated nails. Now they looked different.
No matter how old I get, or how much money I’m making at work, or what kind of hard time I was going through, something remains the same. At that particular evening as I sat there in my parents’ lawn, being in their presence, I realized that I have never felt safer. Everything always feels better when you’re home. Life can be a real shit bag sometimes, but when you’re around people who loves you the most, you know it’ll all be alright. It’s true, you know. My mom pointed out that if you want to find a man, find one who makes you feel safe as much as your parents do. Now that is a hard task.
Sure, I’ve had my fair share of the teen-rebellion phase. But over time I have realized that the key to understand them is that parents are just like us, only older. They were once like me and you. Imperfect, but with good intentions. The only difference between us and them is that they’d have given everything to make sure we’re okay. How much are we willing to do for them?