We all turn into our elders. It is only a matter of time. One of my favorite dad stories is the time he sat me down to talk to me about being more aware of my surroundings and encouraged me to slow down and think before I sped from one thing to the next. I nodded in agreement, willing the lecture to be over; "I get it, I get it." As he nodded that I could go, I shot up and hit the hanging plant over my head, shattering the pot and raining down dirt and geraniums on both our heads. The next nod I got was one of resignation.
Now, I am giving the speeches, and they are so very good and equally effective. Today's classic response to one of those eloquent speeches that I have given 30 times before was "I never heard you say that before." Just like I never heard my parents, until right about now.
Kids are karma, your very own spiritual teachers reminding you of you...the younger you, the you that sped through life without a care in the world, trusting your parents would pick up the pieces, which they did, time and time again. My mom pushing us to be compassionate, my dad pushing us to "do right" and my grandmother pushing a spiritual path. What a pushy group. So as I sit here, watching a foot of snow fall in October, I am thankful for who I am turning into.....it was my grandfather's voice telling me to fill my car up with gas before the storm. I am especially grateful for those voices when it is raining geraniums. Bring it on my little campers, I was taught by the best.