Parents

Today i was trying to do some budgeting, writing in a random note book I found lying on the desk.

I was flipping through it, when I came across something my mother had written a few months back, when she went to France on her own.

It was basically a diary, letters almost, to my dad.

Just saying how she wished he was there, and what she was doing and where she was going and how much fun they would have if he was there.

It made me so amazed, that after just over 27 years of marriage, they could still be so close - not just as lovers, but as friends.

To have someone like that in your life, to find someone who you are able to be with 14/7 and still love them and being with them - that amazes me.

I am so lucky, I think, that my parents are so strong in their relationship - so many of my friends have parents who are no longer together.

Parents are ultimately - no matter if they are the very worst kind of people - your role models from a young age.

Always it is subconsciously their approval you are looking for.

And for this strong, unbeatable, never-faltering force which is you parents to suddenly crumble, and you find out that they are only human too - that is truly growing up.

To find that your mother and father have weaknesses is to see that they are not always right, that you must now decide if you want to live with their beliefs or your own.

Because what if they are not right.

What if they are . . .

*dramatic music plays*

. . . wait for it . . .

*music reaches a crescendo*

. . . . wrong . . .