For everyone, there comes a time in life when you leave home to conquer the world on your own. You get married, and start a family of your own. You work to take care of them day in and day out. Sometimes it's hard. Growing up is hard work. No one ever said it was going to be easy. In fact, everyone said it was going to be hard. Leading a life on your own. Paying your bills on time. Buying a safe vehicle for your family. Making the right choices for your family can be hard. It was not an easy decision to move away from our families. Knowing they were our support system and we would be on our own. We were up for the challenge though. We could do this. We could conquer the world on our own. We did. We have conquered it so far, but there comes a time when you just need your mom and dad. Living without them near me is really hard. My mom and dad are my backbone. They have supported us in all of our decisions in life. Yet sometimes I see myself questioning why we moved away. I quickly remember the dreams that Mark and I want to come true for our family. We moved away so we could be safer, we could grow as individuals, grow as a family, have new experiences, and live a life NOT in Ohio.
Growing older is hard work. You actually have to "take" care of yourself. You can't stay up all of hours of the night anymore. You can't go out and party like you used to. You can't eat anything you want and not have consequences. There are repercussions to pretty much everything you do in your life. I remember thinking to myself when I started getting sicker in Florence, "you need to slow down, your 30 now". It seems as soon as I turned 30 everything started falling apart. I mean, it had honestly started falling apart years before, but it got really bad after I turned 30. Karma? I've never done anything to anyone to cause that sort of Karma. Yet here it is.
It's not until you get sick and your unable to do the things you once were, that your realize your really not invincible. It hurts you from the inside knowing you can't take care of your family the way you want to. It hurts me, and it hurts my mom and dad. See, since I'm in South Carolina and my mom and dad are in Ohio it hurts them to know I'm struggling with a sickness. It hurts them even more that they can't be here to help me with my family in the ways I'm not able to. We had made plans for them to come visit in June, but they decided to come for a week in March. Because sometimes you just need your mom and dad.
From the moment they got here they took charge. Melissa was to do NOTHING for the whole week they were here. Melissa got yelled at for doing anything remotely work related. They did the dishes, they did the laundry, my mom steam cleaned my bedroom, and she made dinner pretty much every night. She was my personal chauffeur, taking me to doctors appointments, and to the store. They got up every morning and got the boys off to school. My mom helped me walk to the bathroom when I couldn't do it by myself. She even helped me wash my hands. You honestly have no idea how hard it was to watch my mom and dad take control and me do nothing. I felt helpless, but a sense of honor arose inside of me, because even though I'm all grown up and I have a family of my own, they are still my mom and dad. You never stop being a mom and dad. Their help last week was appreciated in ways that I can't even describe. Their love for me is endless, as is mine for them.
They swooped in and got the job done.
Real superheroes don't wear a cape. They go by MOM and DAD.
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