15th
My Parents, so Lovely
During my tenure as “child” in my parents home, I was never showered with absurd amounts of gifts and money … even when they had it. Don’t get me wrong, I always had the things I really wanted, especially those things that I would use and appreciate forever — guitars, PA gear, being able to make albums with my brother, a car that runs, and of course whatever gaming system my brother and I were fired up about. It was a lovely childhood where I was taught to appreciate the things I did get, and learn to live without the unattainable. I would say that it was a very “realistic” upbringing; very blessed indeed, but rooted with the knowledge that I am not the axis on which the earth spins.
For some reason, I have trouble accepting help from my folks. As an adult, I understand how hard it is to “make it” and I know they have troubles all their own. It only makes me appreciate them more when they save me from overdrafting, not eating, or not being able to pay a particular bill.
Now, I am not the one to go begging for help, but parents have a way of knowing when you really need it. Recently, my folks have bailed me out a couple of times. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it. I guess it doesn’t matter how old you get; your parents still get a sense of satisfaction knowing that they have helped you. I only hope that each and every one of you have lovely folks like I do. There is nothing like it in the world - not based on monetary gain, not based on just the fact they they kept my buns out of the fire, but because I know a good parent will never, ever be done worrying about their kids. Here’s to you, Mom and Dad. Thanks.
