The musing of my off-kilter mind and whatever else decides to escape.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Feels like camp
I can’t really address you as ‘my parents’ anymore as it makes you sound like a unit. Ironically, even when you were married, it doesn’t seem like you functioned much like a unit. As I get older, things seem to be more settled and less tense and emotionally fraught. I’ve gotten used to holidays with ‘just us’ feeling less like the holidays I loved as a kid. Even though it never was, is or will be perfect, I am blessed to have two parents who love me, root for me, and allow me to be myself. As my parents, you did a good job working together to raise me.