Everytime you go away...

You do take a piece of us with you. The last six months were the best I had in a while. I felt the love and comfort that people feel when they have parents around. There is a strange feeling of belonging. Our usually busy life takes a backseat while we just want to sit at the dining table and spent endless hours with them just talking or playing cards or even staring at the idiot box. It all boils down to doing everything together. Whatever it maybe. I actually let chores pile up because I never feel like getting up and doing anything.
In the course of their stay it is hard to imagine how our life was when they were not with us. The familiar "good morning" everyday - the familiar stories about the vegetable garden and the even more familiar smell of mom's cooking all around the house seems part of our lives - only till we don't have it anymore. That's when we want it so bad!
Through good and bad times they are always there with an ear and a shoulder. It is so easy for us to take those for granted. I admit that I did take them for granted on occasions.
I started these six months by looking at it as an opportunity to try to bond with the second set of wonderful parents that God has given me - knowing not everyone is blessed with parents like them.
I am very quick to judge what doesn't happen my way - but always fail to see what does. I never stopped to see how things would have been different if they were not as understanding and supportive as they are.
It isn't easy being with me - I can be difficult sometimes (about 90% of the time) - brought about by pressure at work or stress in my mind. Whatever it may be - they always tried to make it better and I sometimes didn't see that.

There was a lot I learned in the last six months and it has left me wanting more. I want to spend more and more time knowing them as parents, guides, friends and as an integral part of our lives...

It is easy to see what we took for granted when we are not granted the pleasure anymore...