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When Your Children
Become You
For the past
two nights, my daughter has played host to a motley crew of students seeking to
complete a film project. Of course she told them that they could film it here
and of course she agreed that a start time of 10:30 in the evening would work
out perfectly.
Now, I go to
sleep rather early, so on the first night, the students who went bump in the
night were not that much of a bother, but last night when the filming moved
from downstairs to the same level as my bedroom, I was somewhat put-out.
Just to add life
to living (I’ve decided against the whole insult to injury thing,) after the
filming was done; my beautiful daughter decided that they should all sit around
and talk until 3:45 in the morning.
My joy was
made complete when she felt the need to come and share her evening with me.
I’m still
laughing to myself, because the moment I felt that I should tell them to all go
home was the moment that I recalled something important; my daughter and my son
who played his guitar all night, were raised in a home where guests were always
welcome.
They grew up
on gatherings of friends who became family and spent endless hours laughing and
dancing with with them.
Yesterday, I
spoke with a sister friend who told me about her daughter’s free riding adventures
as an artist and then she remembered her own.
When did we get so old that our
children’s ability to replicate our behavior cannot be seen as a really good
imitation of life?
Yes, I wish
those young folks would have gone home sooner and I’m sure that when my mother
lived with me and I threw a party she felt the same.
I’m sure
that my friend’s artistic daughter feels that she can float around on her
mother’s dime as long as she wants to and I’m, certain that my friend wishes
that her mother could have done for her as she does for her daughter.
When our children do the same wonderful,
madness that we once did, we really can’t get mad. Well, we can, but what’s the
use?
They have their journey, just as we
had ours and it’s time for us to sit back and smile.
Be you, be well, be
wonderful.
Bertice Berry, PhD.
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