|Wait, when my parents die, will I become Batman!?!|
Morbidity aside, it helped me realize, I should change my phone number and get that number under double digits. No, no, I'm kidding. It helped me realize that no matter how immortal we think we are, there's a real, tangible limit to the time we have with those we love. So, my parents really better make each moment count.
|Not technically my family, but it may as well be. Sorry, little kid, those|
are your parents. You have no choice in the matter. Image Source.
What!?! It's not like this is a two-way relationship. Parents are always saying how having a child changed their perspective on life, and taught them what real love is and how priorities were shifted thanks to the purity of bringing a life into the world. I didn't bring myself into the world, so obviously my parents owe me.
Look at the gift I gave them. All they had to do was irresponsibly neglect to use prophylactics, argue about abortion (I'm a September baby, obviously I wasn't planned), get to the hospital in time to have my mother heavily sedated, push on her abdomen until I shot out like Nerf ball, feed me, occasionally spare me from routing around in my own filth until I was 9 (late bloomer...okay, 19...okay 31), teach me how to read, shame me when necessary and sometimes for yucks, inadvertently teach me the artistry of cursing, show me incredible love and support, and generally be awesome. Seems like they haven't given me anything that I should feel obligated to return in the forms of affection and respect.
|Picture me as the kid taking the picture.|
Which of us will she love more? Image Source