i'M TURNING INTO MY PARENTS

When I was in my 20's, my best friend Jordan casually said to me, "When we grow up we turn into our parents".  He probably doesn't remember, but I do.

And, it is turning out to be true.

At the time I felt - "Oh, my gosh - I hope not!" Which now I'm ashamed to admit. After all, since Jordan's theory has turned out to be true, my kids will grow up to be like me. At one time I would have said, "How lucky for them!"  I guess that may not be the case. (This last paragraph is meant in jest.)

I remember my Mom bending down and picking up little pieces of lint or tiny bits of unknown stuff off the floor. At the time, I thought it was kinda silly. Now, I do that. I am turning into my Mom.

Every morning at the cottage, my Dad would sweep off the bugs that laid there overnight.  Now, I do that every morning.

I think I may have inherited my Dad's impatience. Some may call it a short temper - I'm calling it "impatience."

Mom and Dad gave me (and Janice) two wooden cottage chairs. In my mind's eye, I can see Mom and Dad sitting on the chairs, on the cottage patio, overlooking the view of the Trent River, sipping on their morning coffee.  Well, I don't drink coffee, but almost everyday in the good weather, Janice and I sit on our patio and enjoy our view of Lake Simcoe - and we sit in the same chairs!

Both Mom and Dad are deceased. The good memories remain.

I guess Jordan was right.

Brett and Crystal - you have SO MUCH to look forward to! Bah ha ha!