It’s funny how time changes things…like the shores that are transformed by the sea…
For instance there was a large generation gap between my parents and their parents
a smaller one between my parents and me.
Still there were things my parents did that were embarrassing…
things I silently overcame
And I’m sure after all of our years together…Deborah must feel the same.
My dad would walk around in his underwear…boy was my face red!
Deborah’s mom would ask where her glasses were when they were sitting on top of her head.
Sometimes when they walked into a room…they’d forget what they came in for…
Deborah’s mom always talked a little too loud…my dad walked into sliding glass doors.
One time my parents videotaped our family playing in a river…
as Deborah and I watched the movie we laughed, we giggled and we scoffed
most of the movie was just Mom and Dad’s conversation…
It seems they forgot to turn the video camera off…
Needless to say, growing up with our parents…
was an endless and sometimes perplexing parade
and when Deborah and I wed we made each other a promise
not to make the same mistakes that they made.
And we thought we were keeping our promise
until the other day when Deborah’s face turned bright red…
after she asked me if I’d seen her glasses
and I mentioned they were there on the top of head.
It was heading outside that I had to wonder if by my dad I had been cursed…
when I walked into our French Doors- apparently you have to open them first!
And I’m not sure how many times we’ve had to call each other
because apparently we’re both prone…
To not only forgetting why we came into a room…but of also misplacing our phones.
The last time I called Deb’s phone…when we found …we both had to scoff
as we listened to an entire conversation we had…
because we forgot to turn our telephones off…
Initially we laughed until we realized the truth
then our mood turned a little sad
It seems despite our best efforts to the contrary
we have transformed into our mom and our dad.
Deborah talks much softer and I don’t walk around in my underwear…
But we take little consolation these habits aren’t cropping up…
because no matter how we try to keep them down
our parents habits just keep popping up!
We’re not sure when time transformed us…
when our lives officially ran amok…
but our hope now lies with the next generation…
perhaps our children will have better luck!
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