Growing up, it's
all about you. Our parents bathed us as babies, taught us to tie shoes,
braided our hair for school and sent us off with a kiss. It's no wonder we have
a warped perception of who Mom and Dad are, since each year, each day — each
moment, their overarching objective was to ensure our health and happiness.
In my mid-twenties, I thought I'd left that somewhat selfish relationship behind, but while home for Thanksgiving, revelations annihilated that notion. There will always be stories parents keep from kids, but I surely should have known my mom was once a small-town celeb:
The discovery of Mom's media enterprises sent me on a small scavenger hunt, and I found a few
enlightening newspaper clippings. That they were preciously preserved
emphasized my juvenile self-absorption and embarrassing naivety.
I realized I knew just a couple of countless layers. I knew she majored in dietetics and started her career as a
writer, but didn't appreciate what she worked on was Mayo Clinic's first
consumer subscription newsletter. When I was 11, she and my dad went to Versailles. I understood it was for "work," but didn't register that the Mayo
Clinic/Williams-Sonoma joint effort, for which she was Mayo Clinic Editor, was being honored as the world's
best health cookbook.
It's this, now, that makes her a "cool" mom, more than when letting me highlight my hair and occasionally drink diet Coke substantiated that status.
As a daughter, I objectively realize I'm a huge part of my parents' lives. But not the only part. I think being aware of this makes me respect mine more, and aspire to more.
If you haven't, find out who really your mom and dad are and acknowledge their accomplishments — beyond you. Mom, I may have surpassed you in stature and matched your style sensibility. But on other levels, I still have some catching up to do. And I'm betting I always will.