And, my parents have been so incredibly gracious. I keep telling them that I'm paying off old debts from the misbehaviors of my childhood and the mistakes of my teen years. Of course they just laugh at me, but I kind of mean it! They just don't realize that I'm thankful for floors that need swept and clothes that need folded, because they are opportunities for me to love them, to thank them for all that they have done for me in my life. No parent expects to be "paid back" for everything they gave to raise their children, so perhaps it's more about me and my need to feel that they understand how thankful I am. (However, should my own children one day feel inclined to "pay me back" with their Cinderella skills, I'll be just fine with that!)
My time here has also made more more acutely aware of the undeniable truth that my parents are aging - and I don't want them to. Growing up you just kind of expect your parents to stay the same. Then, you move out and move on with life. You're away from them, perhaps don't see them very often. The years slip away between the tension of busyness of work, children and responsibilities. I'm so intent on fighting back my own birthdays, that I forget that time ticks on for all of us, even my parents, and I want to slow it down for them more than anyone.
I'm not sure what's going on here, but from my perspective it was hilarious! (Let's take a moment to pause for a routine glasses check??? What are you babe, super-far or super-near sighted?? Who knows!)