|The parentals at a wedding|
My parents never had the perfect relationship and I don’t think they’ll ever do. However, when they let down their defenses, they actually do act like teenagers going bonkers with puppy love. Oh and yes – they were high school sweethearts.
Back when I was a naive child who thought boys gave you cooties, mom and dad were just mom and dad: mom helps me with homework, dad takes us all out when he’s around. When I started developing a brain, they were still mom and dad but they were also ‘partners’: the family president & vice president. Looking back, I guess I don’t recall ever seeing them as ‘husband and wife’. They were never sweet or clingy or showy of emotions towards each other. Or if they were, it was probably a restrained effort from both.
So this whole wave of sweetness – the trips, the pet names, the (documented and undocumented) saccharine mush – is all a bit new to me because I’m not quite used to it. When I visited them in Manila I would sometimes stop myself from cringing or look away. They seriously have lived the teenage dream of spending a lifetime with their first loves. Shameless lovers they are.
Saying that, I’m happy for them. I mean how many couples live through what my parents have? Not a lot. Mom told me once that ‘love begets love‘. I don’t quite get it just yet but admittedly, seeing them both in happier states now watered my cynicism a teensy bit. I guess this is why I still believe in love. Because I think when you’ve found the one you can actually feel indestructible despite a weathered path.
Really happy for them, though. They look younger and healthier and ever so glowing now – and before you say anything, YES they’re probably having a lot of, er, exercise (they do go to the gym regularly). Now to avoid the awkward moment I’ll leave you with a thought: my mom’s hair looks pretty like that, no?