Work on yourself first.
There is going to come a time when your parents are unable to look after themselves, and you will be faced with the tough decision of whether or not to put them into a nursing home, or care for them yourself.
When I was a kid, I wanted to take my doll outside. My mother told me I couldn’t because it would be ruined if I left it there overnight.
“He said she hits him when she is mad. Nobody’s kid deserves this.”
People will judge you for everything you do.
You’re the adult here — you’ve been so for awhile. You’ve come to terms with the fact that it’s you who will be tucking your dad in at night, and not the other way around.
Every person I encounter I must love and devour. My destruction reaches the most innocent of bystanders before they can realize and run away. I spread myself to touch everything I can’t, everything I shouldn’t, because I’m absent and empty and I’ve never stood in one place long enough to determine where I am.
I didn’t watch their car disappear in the distance because I told myself it would make it harder for them.
I’ll borrow Oprah’s words: I wouldn’t be the kind of mother I need to be.
2) Travel-Size Japanese Rock Garden