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Sunday, March 27, 2011

"In a turbulent couple of months, my parents were my rock."

I've mentioned in previous posts, the most important marriage in our lives is not our own. It's the one between our mother and father. That long term stability that for those who do still have their parents married to one another, knowingly don't take for granted to see how our adult peers deal with divorced/abandoned parents.

Not everyone has a life long partner or has children. That's perfectly OK, I don't believe in soul mates. Single people are normal people too! But we all have a mom and dad. It's just really good when mom and dad are happily married.

"4 Things I’ve Learned Moving Back In With My Parents As An Adult" by Jessica Walkman

My parents’ house and the love inside it became a refuge to me. It isn’t so easy for a edging-towards-elderly parent to show love and support to their adult child; we can meet a lot of our own needs ourselves or we have partners/children/close friends who can meet them for us. But it has been incredibly humbling, as an adult, to be loved, cared for and support by my parents in one of the most difficult passages of my life.
Simcha and I were joking about how I wasn’t a “failure to launch” kid (awful Matthew McConaughey/Sarah Jessica Parker movie), but instead I was like a rocket that took off and then fell back down to Earth. Very soon I’ll be rocketing back off again. Thanks, Mom and Dad, for everything you’ve done for me, big and little. A mother’s work and a father’s work is never done and the two of you deserve a medal for awesomeness in being good people and good parents. But seriously, don’t go in my bedroom.

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