![]() I need to make it a priority to spend quality time with them. I need to make more time to spend with my parents. Yet it is a reality that I need to start to remember so that I don’t allow myself to take one moment I have with them for granted. And I don’t want to imagine a day when I can no longer pick up the phone and do that or when I can knock on their door and have them there to answer it. Whenever I need advice I always know I can call my dad, and whenever I need sympathy I know I can call my mom. They have been my guides and my anchor my entire life. I am not ready for the day to come when my parents are with me anymore. Even as I write this I can’t stop my eyes from welling up. It’s a thought I simply cannot imagine without breaking into tears. Both now in their mid 70s the realization is finally hitting me that one day down the road (and I pray that it is many more years down the road still) these two people who have been the absolute rock and foundation for my life may no longer be on this earth with me. Now I see a cute little white haired mom who is fragile and breakable, and I see a gray haired father who walks a little slower than he once did. That is how they have always seemed to me. All through my growing up they looked the same age to me. I don’t know about all of you but for all of my life when I looked at my parents they seemed to be frozen at the same age. ![]() We see our moms as our caretakers who are always there to make sure our needs are attended to that we always know we are loved. We see our dads as these big strong men who work hard, protect us, and just take care of things. But because my own life has been going through so much transition and change due to my kids growing up and moving out over these last few years, I had somehow simply failed to notice just how much my own parents were aging…and it made me feel sad.Īs a child you see your parents as these invincible adults. It has been happening slowly over the span of many years. As I watched them walk away it hit me really hard that parents were growing old…it hit me almost by surprise, which is crazy because it’s not as if they have become old all at once. ![]() ![]() My father took my mother by the arm and slowly and carefully helped her step down the small steps of my porch. After we finished visiting I watched as my parents left my home and walked down my front steps toward their car. My parents stopped by the other day to drop off a belated birthday gift since I had out of town in Arizona on my actual birthday. However, in all my focus to deal with seeing my own children grow older I have honestly lost sight of the fact that my own parents are also growing old… Life the past few months has been a reminder that I am growing older, especially facing an empty nest. ![]()
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