This was my mom’s favorite quote from Tommy Boy. Makes me smile to think of her laughing at it. I don’t know how she and my dad got any sleep with three of us rascals all two years apart. When I was a baby my brothers were two and four. We were active and loud and lots of work.
They were a good team my mom and dad. Even if they fought sometimes they did a pretty good job raising three of us. We’re all successful and have wonderful partners and beautiful kids.
I can’t help but wonder when I gaze into my kid’s eyes what they wondered as they gazed into ours. The overwhelm. The pure love. The exhaustion. The not knowing what to do all the time. The awe.
Having kids is such an amazing thing. It’s not only an experience in loving and raising a human. But in reflecting on your own upbringing and empathizing with your parents.
Never in a million years (which is a funny thing to say because no one lives a million years) did I think I’d lose both my parents before the age of 40. And even though it sucks and I wish they were here I am so grateful that they were mine. I really lucked out. I never doubted their love. I never felt alone. I never worried where my next meal or clothes or shelter would come from. They provided everything a parent should and more. I know both my parents loved me unconditionally. And I remember them well and often.
I pray I live longer for my wife and kids. That I can be ripe and old and still capable of a good full body hug. And I hope no matter what they never doubt my love for always and ever.
