Betty (One Classy Lady)

Betty (One Classy Lady)
Classy people are hard to find, they are gems. And gems are shiny and classy

Saturday, February 4, 2012

They're Ok, You're not.

Parents teach you how to become an adult (although failed to mention how it is overrated and hard), life lessons (clearly not each one), and intelligent conversations (Yeah, ok).
Parents: When each one gets older (no matter how many years apart they are) the tables turn. What do I mean by this, well...they become your children. Now! Some may doubt or some may see the light and agree, whether you believe or not, I am sure of this theory.
Alone, confused, frightened, empty, fragile, broken are all feelings we experience when some thing or some one is taken from our universe. This universe could consist of earth, a house, a relationship, a state, a country, a mission or a space ship ( for the crazies out in the universe). NO matter the circumstances you miss that person or persons, the universe you knew is turned up side down and your left to figure things out. As we all know it just flat out sucks! We cry, wine (well we drink too), piss, and moan; then you realize 1.) The sucky parts are always worth it, although hard to see but worth it. 2.) You have become a parent to a child (Bless you), a dog (creepy in this scenario) or your actual parents (Mom&Dad combo).
When the fruit of their looms (Kids) go away and start a life of their own, they have to start over as well. But what really hit me is parents "They can do it." and the parents realize their looms (Kids) can do it too. No child wants to think about or believe "Oh yeah! They can get a life now!" I'm sorry false, don't' think so! You and I both know when you get a random call in the middle of the day just to say "HI!" or get a text saying "You smell!" from a parent stop fibbing about you don't light up like a christmas tree. This Girl Does!
Children still nesting with their fruit, loom away!

1 comment:

  1. Well done! Your children... I mean, parents...would be proud!

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