Phone rang this morning.
It was my dad. He was calling to let me know he’d talked with a couple of men this morning at a men’s breakfast who both expressed an interest in ordering my latest book. He sounded excited.
Growing up, we were not a family that expressed affection outwardly toward one another. Not until my mom was diagnosed with cancer in her mid 40’s that decades old patterns began to change…ever so slowly.
I was already out of the house, married and starting a family, so we were all pretty set in our ways. Intellectually I knew they loved me by that point, but to this day, it still feels just a little weird to voice it…but we’re working on it.
I’ve mentioned this before, but my wife’s family was (and still is) a bunch of huggers.
Both of her parents passed away in their early 60’s…way to young. More than once my wife will voice, she wished her mom (or dad) was still alive to share in one of our kids’ weddings, or birth of a new grand child, etc.
No matter how old I am, there is still a part of me that is a little boy, who wants to make his parents proud.
Heck, when I was 48 and got injured on the job, heading to the hospital in an ambulance, I wanted my mommy….it was a really random feeling, that came out of nowhere, and it was strong.
I am thankful for the level of intimacy I do enjoy with my parents.
Pretty sure things would not have changed, had cancer not paid a visit.
It is never to late to start trying.