My parents grew up during the Great Depression.
This should explain a lot to us kids, but it still doesn’t stop us from begging mom to throw out ice cream that has been in the freezer since Brian took his first steps. My parents saved and recycled everything. My mom still recycles plastic bags, and not only does she recycle them, but she rolls them into these neat little balls which store them nicely in a special basket in her pantry.
I like thinking I am not like my parents.
Until my son points out his argument by yelling, “Mom, when are we going to ever get rid of this stupid thing?!”
“Does it still work?”
“Barely . . . “
“Well then, we can still use it.”
“But Mom . . . it looks stupid!”
“Then don’t look at it.”
Oh dear God, I have become my parents.
Until next time -
C
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