An evening ode
So much for learning from childhood mistakes. That's right folks, Peeps are, and will always be, disgusting. But who can resist what is seemingly marshmellowy goodness shaped in the deceiving form of lovable avian creatures? However, they're a Halloween staple, and thus must be appreciated for their symbolic representation of little children running haphazardly around darkened streetcorners and approaching strangers solicitating candy and other means of sugar highs. As I reach beyond the bag of Halloween candy and instead for a glass of vanilla soymilk, I wonder just when it is that I became a rational, deciphering adult, and consequently, how much I enjoy this life infinitely more. There was a time not so long ago that decisions were not my own, and constructed from the rather the stern reprimands of my parents. And although knowing that an essential component of this life will still be lived in indentured servitude towards them (though not with resentment), there's an accompanying sense of freedom of choice. Aha, so has an equality thus been set? As children, we spend their existence hovering under our parents' protection. In our teen years, in various innocently destructive or by truly unalterable means, try to escape any and all traces that can be linked to our genetic forebearers. Thankfully, later into the process of maturity, I think we strike a balance, and if fortunate enough, are still able to reap the rewards of our parents' wisdom and guidance, but yet establish our own identities by self-sufficient means.I think back to all those years lost when I truly believed saying I love you was utterly superfluous, and maybe it was because they weren't words thrown wildly about our house, and maybe it wasn't. But now, as I fastidiously end every conversation with my mother in that manner, I believe I finally see the value, and more importantly, the significance. Not only do those three simple words encompass all the sentiment in my heart, but it's also a way of saying, thank you; thank you, for a chance at life, love, and all the things that come in between.
posted by Sheila @ 10/24/2004 06:38:00 PM
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