Today was an unusual day. It opened my eyes and forced me to face a fact I have known, though not admitted, for a while now. My parents are getting old. As a child, I used to dread the thought of anything happening to them. Dread. As an adult, I am painfully aware that eventually, something will happen. In a rather surreal and frightening moment whilst shopping with my Mama this morning, I remained calm. Something I am not particularly good at doing, in a crisis. And whilst I surprised myself with this level of ease... my eyes stung, flesh burned prickly hot and throat constricted. I wonder if I will look back on this incident as the one when I finally accepted the reality of having parents in their seventies. Because I still don't see it when I look at them. But however conflicted I might be right now, they are elderly. And they are frail.
Yesterday, was such an easy day, by comparison. Fish and chips at the beach. Albeit in freezing cold wind and trying to keep a hoard of seagulls at bay... but still, as close to perfect as it gets. Felix ran a watchful eye over rogue birds who dared to get too close. Quite an amusing sight. Checking out the heavy machinery sand-scaping on the beach and a long play in the park rounded off the afternoon nicely. Definitely the 'up' of my week.