Friday, April 6, 2012

Second blog post about parents

I realized I didn't say what I wanted to say in this blog post at all. I totally made it seem like I had some really great point and then I completely didn't. I'm not saying I had a great point, but I did chicken out of saying something kind of morbid and scary, so in the interest of bravery, here goes:

Sometimes I squeeze my eyes shut and hope my parents will never die.

Having a Sunburn

Having a sunburn is kind of a weirdly rare thing if you think about it. I mean, it sucks. But it means you probably had a great day.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Helping my parents someday

I hate the fact that I'm supposed to make decisions and do things without considering my parents' advice to be the last word on the subject. I still want them to know everything and always be right because otherwise, who will always be right? Not me. I'm not always right.

And then I start thinking about the fact that when my parents get older, well, maybe they won't need my advice, but they might need me to do other things like help them pick things up, or move around, or I don't know what.

Helping parents seems like a big and scary prospect. I don't really get too scared about the idea of having to help children someday. Well actually I do, but that doesn't seem completely insurmountable. But helping my parents? I mean, if I'm helping them, then who will help me? Are middle aged people all alone?