Who will ever forget the times that the folks used to drop you off at school and do a brought sweep past all your friends with their swanky car and sideburns. You wanted to crawl out, because when you are a teenager all you want to do is blend in and be like everyone else.
It probably beats that time that they turned up with unfashionably long, flowing robes that seemed to make a statement in the strangest way. If that wasn’t enough there was their in your face attitude at parent teacher interviews because THEY knew best. Yikes, hide me.
They were the ones who had to brow beat the Principal over racy books or teenage misdemeanours… sorting things out is what they did best, so everyone had to know about it.
Every school has their share of pushy, demanding parents, wherever I went mine were there to give voice to all those unmet concerns, those dilemmas and hiccups that just wouldn’t go away.
I wish that I could say that it was easy, I wish that I could say that life was a breeze, but it was challenging. Having partners like this could be inconvenient. They could pop up unexpectedly and drop a bomb. I carried the weight of their displeasure nearly every day.
Looking back I’ve decided to be grateful, at least they cared. In every word that was an unspoken message of love and a hope that life would get better for us. It’s only too easy to think back and remember the pain, but it does not bless us to live in that place. We are all blind and staggering, all doing our best but stumbling. In even the most awful of situations there is a glimmer of light, we hold on to it and let it shine and the light gets all the brighter and our days are more sweet.