Well, I’ve definitely been a bit MIA this week. It started off okay I suppose, besides being sick. Then my mother called me about my father’s health. She is one of those people that overreacts in all situations- it really doesn’t matter the context. “They got your coffee order wrong, what?!” “You aren’t feeling wonderful, what?!” “You prefer your tea with milk, what?!” “You didn’t put your blinker on during your turn, ah!” Are you feeling her inner-spazz?
In many situations I just have to have patience with her and take her energy for what it is. So, when she began to overreact about my father having to schedule a doctor’s appointment the next day, I stayed completely calm. She, of course, didn’t hesitate to throw around the “C” word (i.e. cancer), but I still stayed calm. However, it did began to creep up on me that my parents are both well past their 50s. My father is actually about to turn 73 the 10th of this month.
To get to the center, my father is since okay as for now. As I thought, my mother did overract, but what did come out of the moment was that my parents are both getting older. Perhaps because they had me at a later age, it has become a natural thought lately for me to think my time with them it a bit more precious than most people my age do at this point. I mean, I try to pull out the positive in just about any situation, but I think at some point the reality (hint, the core of my blog’s purpose) of life does take a hold of us. And sometimes it can be a bit scary.
In all honesty, the relationship I have with my parents at the moment could definitely use some brighter colors (probably always has.) For a number of different reasons, but as for now, I’m really trying to find a path of peace with this topic. No matter what issues surround any relationship in our life, I’m starting to realize to begin with pointing out why they mattered so much in the first place. It helps to center yourself, and to find a path of reconnection with those people. Even if things aren’t so wonderful with certain people in our lives, remember the energy you gave- that’s all that matters after all.
I guess our ‘end’, it’s apart of life, it’s inevitable, and one of the many things we will deal with. The universe has a beautiful way of showing us this because we have a chance to evaluate what matters and what we give back in return. I suppose we just have to trust life will be brighter if we embrace a bit of reality and savor some of the truths that come with life.
So yet another slight moment of growing and learning. Life is a magical thing, it truly is. This week was definitely me re-remembering and consciously remaining humbled by how life throws us curveballs right on time. Cheers to trying a bit more with (my parents) the people we love.
xo, til’ next loves.