I love this blog – this post is one of the reasons why!
Originally posted on SaveEveryStep:
I imagine my own parents felt the same way about me when I turned 12, or 21, then 40…..
As a 12 year old child, my interest in my parents was minimal, to put it politely. (Here is the slightly less polite version). I continued to take a nonchalant disinterest in their lives and stories throughout my childhood years and on into my teens. I saw them as historic. Ancient. Irrelevant.