I just finished a visit with my parents. If there was a single wish that I left with it was centered on what I wish I had understood when I was young. I always knew, as every kid seems to intuitively know, that they were trying to give me their best. While there were things that they and I wished were different, I am left with an amazing legacy of stories, memories, and values. Even as age takes its toll, the heart of their gift remains intact. I find myself looking back and holding onto priceless gifts.
At the top of the list was their love in building and nurturing a family. We knew we belonged. In the best moments and worst, there was a consistent send of being a part of something. As I look at the bonds between us today, I am struck by the intangibles that were formed as we grew through our decisions and choices. There is a wonderful mystery in these bonds. I can see the values given to us by my parents at the core.
From the beginnings in a relatively conservative and rigid environment, I find I am part of an open community that can discuss our differences with a curiosity that nurtures the best that is within. It is an odd mixture of old and new, traditional and experimental. As different as we all became, we still enjoy sharing our views and exploring the foundations.
There is an unquenchable sense of adventure and curiosity. The craziness of childhood has not materially changed. Vacations with crazy road trips that take one into the unknown are just as likely today as they were then. The willingness to take a risk has not diminished. There were no limits to the possibilities then and there does not seem to be any now.
I leave anticipating my return. I find myself living David’s dream where parents “settle down in a promising place; their kids inherit a prosperous farm.” (Psalm 25.13) It is a good place, even though it is metaphorical. Everything is possible.
