Part of trying something new is the inevitable feeling of insecurity it can bring. Just last night I dreamt that my parents told me that living with them was too easy and I needed to move out, but that's just the thing it isn't easy. Not because we fight all the time or because I secretly despise them and blame them for my every failing, but because of my own attitude towards multi generational living.
Being an American is all about being bigger and better than the previous generation. We move out, move on, and move up. We fly the coop putting as much distance between us and them as possible; only coming back to flaunt our success and buy them a big expensive gift that says "hey look at me I made it". Moving back in and planning a life that involves living with my parents just makes me feel like legions of people are shouting "loser".
It's this attitude that I am going to try to defeat in the new year. I don't need to have a big fancy house of my own, or live miles away from my parents performing some high rolling job to prove my success. In the end my life will only be measured by the love I have given and received and though quarters can be tight and chaos can reign at Heir Head Manor there is no shortage of love.
So thanks Mom and Dad for building a house that can be home to us all and having hearts big enough to make anytime without your presence seem empty. Hey even my sunshine gets depressed when they leave. Now that says a lot for his future in laws.
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