While I hope my children are appreciative in all that dh and I do for them, my sincere wish is that they take me for granted one day. At least a little.
Growing up, my parents were ALWAYS there for me. Yes, my dad and mom both worked all day (very hard at that!) but I knew that they would be at the spelling bee. Or band concert. Or booster club meeting. Or our school's open house. Or when I needed to talk. Or to kiss me goodnight. No matter what, they were there... No easy feat when there were five of us kids. That's enough of a span to have at least one in elementary, middle and high school at the same time!
I remember complaining about my mom dressing nicely for open house. As in suit and heels. Mom, can't you just wear sweatpants and a t-shirt or something normal like the other mom's? I should've just been glad she cared enough to come and look nice to boot! My mom would also bring us lunch sometimes. Not just any lunch, mind you...but either a hot slice of pizza from our fav pizza place or a deli sub sandwich. It cost her a lot of time and her very hard earned money! Weren't mom's supposed to do these types of things? It wasn't until I was older that I realized I was a very lucky-ducky!!!
Today has been a pukey kind of day. My little chunky-monkey was sick last night with a fever and dispelling a whole bunch of gross-ities (yes, it is now a word). So I was up much of the night with him. Then today while I was running a necessary errand, Dash threw up in the car. As I quickly pull over, Tank throws up. Then he gets out of the car and gets sick again. And then on the way home. And then at home. Are you feeling a little green yourself, now?
Anyway, you know these things never happen when dh is at home. He is just now (at 10pm) on his way home from work and has to leave again early tomorrow morning.
Ahhhh...but what does this have to do with taking parents for granted? Well, like any good daughter, when things get rough I call my mommy!
And guess what?! My dear mom and dad will be here to rescue me tomorrow. And I didn't even ask them to. They love me enough (or at least feel very sorry for me!) to drive the 4.5 hours here. I am so thankful that I have such caring parents. They found out about my day this afternoon/evening and are planning to leave their house tomorrow morning at 5:45am. Now that is love, I tell ya!
Just like always, they are here for me. It's not convenient for them. But they do it because they love me. And the grandkids (of course). Mom and dad, I promise that I will try to not take y'all for granted like I did when I was younger. And I hope that by following your example of dependability and sacrifice, that my kids will take me for granted one day too. At least a little. Because when they know that no matter what, they can count on me...I will know that I have found some measure of success.