I've been absent from Google+ for a spell. We've had family visiting, on & off over the past 3 months. We've also traveled to visit family.
We drove with our 2 rescues, to Charlotte, NC to share Easter & Passover festivities with my 83 year old parents. We are interfaith - my husband's Jewish and, well, I'm not. It was the first time my parents experienced a Seder. It was a hit! My mom couldn't get over how much time my husband and I spent chopping, slicing, dicing, mashing, sautéing and baking.
"Passover's more work than Thanksgiving dinner!" Mom exclaimed to her only sister on the phone. "They've been working their asses off for 2 days."
We did work our (ahem) asses off and had a lovely visit with my parents. Mom kicked mine & my husband's 'asses' playing checkers on her iPad. My husband now realizes where I got my competitive spirit - from my Irish Mama.
The biggest hit of the trip: the pups. Lucy (on the left) spent half her time on Dad's lap, while Mischa spent the bulk of her time seated at Mom's feet.
These pups were spoiled rotten by their human grandparents. Isn't that how it should be?
I called my parents to tell them we got home safely and thanked them for having us.
Mom: The house is too quiet now.
Me: I imagine it is.
Mom: We really miss those pups.
Me: (long, awkward silence)
Mom: Of, course we miss you & Matt too, it's just that the dogs… well, they're just so darn cute.
Me: Gee, thanks, Ma.
Mom: Oh, you know what I mean!
Me: Yeah, I do. We miss you too, Ma. (lump in throat)
Goodbyes are hard, for all of us. Mom's eyes fill up and the hugs are long and tight. I never know when, or if, I'll see my parents again. It's a painful fact of life. The drive was tiring and long. Preparing a big, sit-down dinner (never mind the clean-up), was tiring, but the visit was wonderful. My parents expressed their appreciation, ad nauseam.
We had ham and a variety of salads for Easter Dinner. Mom baked a cake - a birthday cake for me - and sang the Birthday song. It should be noted that my Birthday is January 1st. Better late than never. Mom's cake was deeply appreciated. I may be gluten-free, but I ate 2 honking slices of my homemade, chocolate birthday cake.
If you have aging parents, make time for them. Make amends with them and forgive their errors. All parents make them, including me.
I was blessed to have another opportunity to visit with my parents..
Spend time with your parents. And, even if you're gluten-free, eat the damn cake and enjoy it! You never know if you'll have another opportunity. You just never know.