I hit the jackpot in the parent lottery. I really did.
Despite our disparate political beliefs and disagreements when I was growing up, they are my rocks.
They support, love, and listen to me no matter what. They suggest things but never say “you have to”. They meet me where I am – literally and figuratively. They let me do and be who I wanted to be.
And this week I was reminded just how much I love them, how much they love me, and how lucky I am.
Without too much detail, this month has sucked. Including medical issues. They were worried.
So they came here. For 48 hours. To worry about me in person. To reassure themselves that I am really going to be okay.
I cannot express how wonderful it was to see them at the lobby door yesterday.
I know I am loved, and I know I am so lucky. I do not take this for granted. I cherish every moment with them – even when we annoy each other.
Parents. I couldn’t stand them when I was 13. Now I don’t know if I could stand without them.