I am fortunate in that my parents did not face many medical obstacles while I was growing up. For that matter, I am fortunate that I have not faced many either. My parents were always there to take me to the doctor, bring me a cold cloth for my feverish head, feed me orange sherbet, and apply a bag of peas to stubbed toes or fingers. The roles were reversed recently when my dad went to the hospital to have surgery. I made sure to be there in the waiting room with my mom and then when Dad was out of Recovery I made sure to get us safely home during an ice storm.
Now that my dad has had time to heal, it is my mom's turn to have surgery. Again, I will make sure to be there in the waiting room only this time with my dad. My mom called me a "silly girl" when I told her that I will be there that day, but the thing is that it has always been the three of us. And now that I am needed to help out in new ways I want to make sure to show up just like they always have for me.
I am beyond grateful to my boyfriend for realizing these things and for allowing my parents and me time to still be " the three of us". That said; I am just as grateful for the times when we are "the four of us" just as we were tonight as we kick started my birthday month by listening to jazz and sipping drinks at The Phoenix.
"Well, here's what duty really means: our duty is to feel what's great and cherish what's beautiful." - Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary
Duty calls. Here's to feeling what's great and cherishing what's beautiful.
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