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Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Today's Writing Prompt: Parents
If you could somehow go back in time and meet your parents when they were the same age as you are today, do you think you and your parents would be friends? Would you choose to 'hang out' and spend time together? What would you have in common? What wouldn't you?
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I knew my parents at my age -- well, my mother because my father died younger than I am now. I guess the question is whether I meet them as strangers or with all we know. As strangers we'd have very little in common. I'd like them -- it's a weird question because I don't know if we'd share the background ... the more I think of the question the less I think it can be answered as posed.
I remember my mother at my age
We could not be more different
Shared blood unites us
That is the only common thread
I do not remember my father
He left so many years ago
He did not reach my age
Might are lives intersected?
Hard to guess
Being 23, this is a question I have often pondered upon. I have a fairly clear idea, based on the friends they have now and the people who hold their remembrances from the days of yore, what my parents were like when they were of my age. They belonged to a group that had a clear vision of right and wrong, a quintessential feature of their time.
Both of my parents died before they turned fifty. I was sixteen years old. I am now in my sixties. So just let me go back in time and get to know my parents as an adult child. I have so much to tell them. Many questions to ask. My mother was also a writer, letters instead of a blog, but she chronicled her life with many letters that I still read.
My father at my age was a difficult prickly man. Within the space of five years he had gone from being the unnoticed middle son to the primary breadwinner in a family of seven. The transformation was rather ugly to watch. My mother on the other hand was a woman subject to all the same responsibilities as he was, by the simple fact of being married to him. And yet. And yet. If I had been their contemporary I would probably end up best friends with my mother and maybe instigated her divorce from my father. On the days that I am being difficult to deal with I wonder if I come across as monstrous as my father
My parents had me when they were about 32, by 40- my father's alcoholism tore the family apart and left my mother with three kids and Cocker Spaniel.
My father described his high school days as a class clown and lady-killer. He graduated in 1958 and got married to his sweet-heart, my mother.
Mom was more conservative, but her mother was a flamboyant fashonista.
If I could have met them- I think I would have laughed at my dad's dirty jokes and learned how to cook from my mother.
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