I got to spend some vacation time last week with my parents. I went up to their home in North Georgia and just hung out. I didn’t really plan on much else.
My agenda was this: my mom and I went to Athens on Monday to do a little Christmas shopping. You just can’t buy UGA stuff around here; there’s just not much variety, when you do find it. On Tuesday, we spent the day roaming around the area where she was born and raised, taking pictures and just hanging out.Then on Wednesday, I spent the day doing a whole lotta nothing.
On Thursday, I spent the bulk of the day with my good friend, Autumn. We met up for lunch and did girl stuff...shopping at the mall and such. Trust me when I tell you, lots of giggling and yakking took place, along with trying on of clothes and shoes, sniffing of perfumes and body washes, and lots of makeup sampling. It was a total chick-fest.
I had to come back on Friday. I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay put. I mean, after all, who wants to see vacation end?
I dreaded Monday. I knew it was going to be a busy day. And it was. I found I had some catching up to do, and I had to re-do some stuff someone did that they may have thought would help me. It didn’t, by the way.
It was back to business as usual.
I noticed something last week. At some point along the way, I’m not sure when or how, I became the parent and my parents became the children. I find myself more and more in that role. It’s kind of frightening. Aw, heck....let’s just say it. It’s downright terrifying.
I didn’t ask for it. I didn’t desire it. But here it is.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m certainly glad to be there for my parents. They have raised me and cared for me, and now it’s my turn to take care of them.
It’s just kind of weird to be in this new phase of life.
I wonder if they felt the same when I came along. I wonder if they had the same apprehensions and fears. I wonder if they desperately sought out a manual on raising a feisty little redheaded girl who was never afraid to speak her mind. I’m pretty sure they never found a book on that subject.
And now I’m at bat. I’ve got my protective head gear on, my bat in hand and my eye on the ball. It’s just kind of hard to see the ball when your eyes are a little misty.
But I’m in this game to win.