Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Dad, The Kid
I know my father had a tough childhood. How he managed to come out of such a bad home life with a great sense of humor, I'll never know. Most of my own childhood was spent in wary confusion; Dad definitely had his own set of personal demons who surfaced at unexpected times.
And because of his family history, photos taken of Dad when he was very young make me want to reach back through time and give him a hug and tell him it will be all right. From a child's viewpoint, it's not possible to think of your parents as once being young; parents are just...old.
Getting older myself, I look at pictures taken of my parents as children and it is a curious emotion - a tenderness, a maternal instinctual feeling arises, and it is almost as if they were my children instead of the other way around.