I've had a few things I've been wanting to write about but just haven't had the time. Here is the first of a few. This was back near Mother's Day.
When you're a kid, you're parents were the best. Your dad was stronger and smarter than other kids' dads, and course, could beat them in a fight. Your mom was the best cook and was the most beautiful woman you've ever seen.
Then the teenage years hit and as you gain perspective on yourself, you also gain perspective on your parents. Not only is your dad not smart, he's actually not that bright at all. He's made bad decisions with his money, causing the family some struggles. He is definitely not the strongest, with his pot belly showing from the bottom of his shirt. Your mom wears too much make up because she's insecure and that food? Well, it's barely fit for prisoners.
Usually a little later in the teens, you get a little more bitter with the 'rents as you realize that a lot of the faults they have are passed along to you, causing no amount of angst and anger towards them. Armed with the knowledge that most of the problems you have in your life is being caused by your parents, you are quite bitter with them.
Soon enough your 20's come along and you start to see your parents as real people, instead of the enemy or the hero of your youth. Sure, they caused you problems but really they're just people trying to make it like everyone else. Dad's not that bright but hey, not very many people are. And mom, well, she's old. No wonder she's not that pretty. Your folks are regular schmucks just like everyone else is.
However, if you're lucky enough and smart enough, hopefully you'll take the next step. Where you see that despite all their flaws and insecurities, despite being bad with money and losing a job, and despite not being able to cook worth a lick, your parents tried their best to raise you and to love you. And it's because of their effort, despite their short comings, that you love them back.
Suddenly, dad is strong and mom is beautiful again.
