I went through all the same things with my parents that most teenage kids do, but now that we are on the other side of that; now that I am a Mom and Tim is a Dad, I get where they were coming from. What I appreciate and admire most about them is their relationship with each other. Were they perfect parents? No. I know that now, because as a mom I can state one thing with utter certainty; no one is a perfect parent and most of us are just winging it!
This summer my parents will be celebrating 34 years of being married. They still look at each other like a new bride and groom look at each other, but there is more there: years and year of ups and downs, successes and failures. They raised Beth and I and still love each other. They even still like each other! They are very different people just like Tim and I are. I know that there is no way they would have agreed on every parenting choices or style just like Tim and I disagree about some parenting choices, but as their child I never knew they were not on the same page. They made it out the other end of raising kids stronger.
I know some photographers can direct their clients to turn to each other and laugh and they somehow manage to get a genuine looking photo of people laughing together but I am not one of them. I am nowhere near that good. My parents didn’t know I was taking these photos.
We had gone on a little hike to see the damage that the beavers were doing to the creek. My kids were playing on the frozen-over creek, poking sticks into a hole in the ice. My parents were standing a few feet behind them laughing at their grandkids’ antics.
That was all that was happening. Nothing special. Just a nice walk on a warm enough day, watching the grandkids play.
I want to be this happy with Tim when the kids are grown up. I was talking to my Grandma on the phone the other day and she said this, “The kids will grow up and move out. You need to be able to be happy and have fun with your spouse too.” I am betting at some point in time my Grandma passed that advice along to my mom.