Living in a different world. I have just been to see my son - that is my eldest son - the one with the computer degree. I have just been to see a stranger. We have grown apart to such an extent that I can barely recognise him anymore. He lives in a very nice house on a new estate. There are no handmarks on the wall or on the carpet. You have to take your shoes off before you go in. Everything is perfect. Event the cooker glass is so very very clean that you can see everything inside it. There are no children and, I am informed, there will never be children, by choice. They do have a cat but otherwise the house holds two people - my son and his wife. Well, not actually his wife. He says that they can't afford to get married. I felt as though I was on a different planet altogether. Even the garden is 'pretty'. Have you grown apart from your children or are they still your children? My daughter is (four children, one dog, three cats and a rabbit) and my youngest son.
I grew apart from my parents, im on the other end im the young one here - young ish. And i almost never talk to my parents now, unless my dad yells at me for something.
One thing is sure, Youngsters think parents are stupid, but by the time they reach our age, they come to realize we are not as stupid as they once thought we were.
Jerome K. Jerome and, I believe, someone else (Mark Twain?). One said that when he was 20 he thought his father was a complete idiot. By the time he was 40 he was catching him up rapidly.
I'm sort of in an awkward stage where I'm trying to make my own life, but not grow TOO distant from my parents! I really do enjoy them as friends, but we have a lot of disfunctional hurdles to get over when it comes to interacting. There are a lot of parts of my life I would LIKE to share with them, but many eccentric ideas get in the way... for instance, I am pressured by my father on a large range of life choices, ranging from all the foods he wants me to either eat regularly or omit entirely from my diet, to the fact that he wants me to not use the microwave to cook food at all- but if I do I should run to the other end of the house and hide in the bathtub while it's in use... to the topic of exercise, something he LOVES dearly, but becomes a point of torment with me when he pushes me into his exercise equipment and forces me to use it before he lets me out of it. He wants the best for me because he loves me but I have to hide such mundane NORMAL things from him, like eating sugar... at least some things I hide are more "normal" when it comes to things you don't tell your parents, like that the guy he wanted me to marry is gay.... sigh....
Even if you're still living with your parents, do you ever suddenly notice you don't hang around with them or play with them or do family stuff as much?
Kids are a dead loss. You keep them for years and they grow up and emigrate. My wife doesn't agree. She thinks that they are o.k. and if they decide to emigrate then that is o.k., although she says that she will miss them. Dogs don't do what kids do. They stay with you for ever, ask for nothing, give everything, cost very little and are very loyal. (Does that description remind you of your wife? - no - the cost is wrong, isn't it).
Some of us wives give all asking for nothing in return except love, and all the money in the world can't buy that.
My dogs do exactly the same thing, as I have already mentioned. It is a question of value, not cost. Value is important, and mere money is not very important.
but i really like money...my parents wont give me anythin...i wanna buy those new gucci rectangular handbags that come in different colors
Kids aren't a dead loss. The hardest thing is to realize is that they don't really belong to you. It's not like playing sims. You can't control what they do, where they go, what they wear or who they see. And when they get to legal age sometimes they make decisions that take them clear across the country from you. Then the most you can hope for is that you raised them right, an occasional e-mail and leave them in God's hands every day.
My wife's thoughts exactly. When I was young I wanted to be Peter Pan and now I find that I still do. I want to start all over again!!
Of course my wife was right but, from a purely practical point of view, they are a dead loss. The money they consume is almost unbelievable - by the time they are 35 they are consuming vast quantities of the stuff and then, fairly suddenly, they stop. They realise (too late?) that they have taken all there is to take and they relent. When I come back again in my next life I shall not have any children or be a father to any children. I shall, probably, not get married. I shall be about six feet four inches with a body like Adonis and a delightful face. I shall be every so strong (always assuming I am not female) but gentle. I shall be . . . I think I have gone quite far enough. For the present I am a slightly fattening old man who is a pain to everyone and a special pain to my wife. How, on earth, she has put up with me for the last 40 years is utterly beyond me. I could not have done it and yet she continues to do so. I am an absolute pain to live with - no - I really am.
