This past Sunday at church, the topic dealt with the parent child relationship, in the third part of a series called InterActions. I kind of struggled with this topic. Part of the reason I'm not yet a parent, but also partly because the relationship I have with my father feels strained at best, and he's the only parent I have left, so it's kind of odd (to say the least).
Since Sunday, I have been trying to think back on the best advice my parents have ever given me, and I can't honestly think of a single thing. Nothing really sticks out at me. Perhaps it's because it's been that long since I have been given advice, or perhaps in the past 8 years plus, I've just been deaf on the advice I do get. I can't really say.
I have had the opportunity to take care of one of my parents when they were sick. My mother back during her brief struggle with cancer in 2003. Felt a lot longer then it really was to be honest. I used to help her in the morning until I had to leave for college, and when I came home after doing any homework, I'd help her then. Monday through Friday, I'd sleep on the floor (my back hated me for that, but it was worth it) in the same room she slept in, and would get up several times throughout the night to take her to the bathroom, and help her. It was during this time however that I was really connected with my mom, well at least one of the times.
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