I don’t know about the rest of you, but growing up, my Pops had a tendency to share the most random tidbits of information and advice.
Don’t play with the squirrels, raccoons or possums you will get rabies.
In the Summertime, don’t play in the rows of high corn. You could suffocate.
Make sure you rotate the crops, so the ground has a chance to grow something else.
Yeah, I have a mouse that lives in my truck….he needs a house too and besides he doesn’t eat much.
Dad was my rock, so if he said so, that was the way I rolled.
So, I didn’t play with the squirrels or any raccoons. = I did not get rabies.
I did not play in the corn rows in the hot summer days. = I did not die.
I watched the farmer rotate the crops, beans one year, corn the next. = I learned to respect the earth.
I never saw that mouse. = I learned to co-exist with bugs and rodents.
But isn’t it amazing, what parents, in all their attempts, can’t protect us from. The quiet experiences, no one expects and only as an adult you can truly understand. So as an adult, I embrace those silly attempts that my Dad made to help out and to protect me, for in their own ways, they hold directions for some important life lessons. He tried.
Because in the end, hopefully children grow up and realize that parents are flawed human beings.
Parents are not super heroes.
Parents do not have all the answers.
Parents can not protect us from everything.
Parents make tons of mistakes.
So perhaps, the true test for becoming an adult is when you finally understand that all your shit, is now, truly yours….
Because sure Mom and Dad fucked you up, but honey, that was years ago! The rest of life’s shit is on you now……Enjoy it!