I’m sure others thought of this. But I couldn’t resist:
Sooner or later we all are.
Remember when they told you that when you’re young, your parents know nothing. But when you grow up you realize they were geniuses.
Yeah. Somehow in my 60s my anger at my parents disappeared. Suddenly, in my 70s, I admire how much they knew, dealt with, and still managed to parent us. Now I miss them, especially my mom . I wish I could ask questions. But Mom barely made it to her 60s.
Mom was the holder of my memories. All those stories of what happened to me, how much do I really remember and how much was from her memory?
I wish I could sit down with all those who’ve gone before and learn why things happened or didn’t.
I find it interesting that families started earlier back then. Maybe tradition helped them do better? But Mom would have been better as a doctor, not a mother. She was so smart for the lack of continued education. She had to work. Then she had kids. Never did she have the chance to prove herself. And the trauma she dealt with on top of the feeling of unfulfillment is so sad looking back.
We pass so much to our offspring even when we try not to. Sometimes.
Darswords 
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