My reward from last week was seeing a movie all by myself. In my twenties, I would have thought no date for a movie was the end of the world. Now I embrace it like a mini vacation. I digress. I saw "Ricki and The Flash". The movie was sweet. I am a sucker for Rick Springfield, still. Meryl generally can do no wrong. It was a movie about the relationship between parent and child, which I tend to always relate to seeing as how I am still trying to figure out how to be a good parent ten years later.
The one line in the movie that hit me straight in the heart was from Rick Springfield's character to Meryl's "Ricki", "It isn't our children's job to love us but it IS our job to love them."
I complain to myself all the time that this parenting gig is such a thankless job. Why don't they understand the sacrifices we, as parents, make to make them happy? Apparently, I expect my kids to rationalize like a 30-year-old philosophy major. I never even chose to look at it from the angle that they did not ask to be my children, but I absolutely asked (prayed) to be their mother. It's my gig. It's a tough job (that's a given) but it's my job. It is my privilege.