It’s Family
My dad still insists on carrying the heavy boxes for me. My mother reaches for the bowls on the top shelf of the cupboard because they are “too high” for me. “Here, let me take that for you.” “Let me get that for you.” I am stronger and taller than they are and I am 51 years old, but their actions seem natural. After all, I am still their child; my childhood is still dynamic. I understand. I catch myself doing the same for my own grown sons. But it is okay; it is what family is all about. By example and precept, we learn empathy, understanding, compassion, and how to nurture and respect others, as well as ourselves. In other words, we are learning how to love— and we are never too old for that. I quote my mother a lot. I talk about my dad, my grandparents, aunts,…