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Mind-blowing parents

All it takes is a few words from your parents to blow your mind.

As you age, the more you realize you wished you talked and listened to your parents more often.

First, at breakfast, I was talking my parents about my resent deep thoughts of space, and how incredible it is.

My mom counters with, “It’s not the outer space that makes me think, it’s the inner space. Maybe we’re just riding in the blood of a larger being.”

“Yea, and he’ll have a heart attack and we’ll shoot way up his arm!” interjects my dad.

Sure, space is infinite, but so too, in a way is in. It’s like that Power of Ten movie.

Later, at an art show, my dad and I are looking at a sketch of a tree.

He then tells me there’s a tree that he’s watched on the side of the high way since he moved to Grand Rapids 25 years ago.

“It was the most perfect young tree. Like perfect. As the years have gone by, it’s grown up, and aged. Now it looks just horrible.

“Like an old person.”

The wise bits seem so sweet now, compared to when you’re young and they come off as bitter.

There’s a chart somewhere on the internet that shows the different ages of relationships with parents, and it’s so true. Though, I like to think my relationship with my dad skirted that.

Then I think about the time freshman year of high school, when my dad told me to call him for a ride if I ever drank. He was drinking at a party at the time.

“I won’t be mad, I’ll be happy you called.

In your mind, you think, ‘Ha, of course he’ll be mad.’

But you look back on it, and you know he wouldn’t have been.

I’m making a huge effort now to spend as much time with my parents as possible now.

It won’t last forever. You have to spend the time you can listening to the people you love and care about.

That’s how you can make the most of life.

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