summercomfort | parents....

I love my parents, I really do. Even though I spend most of my time trying to weasel out of chores, acting like a spoiled brat and whining about everything, or fighting for the remote control (stupid Chinese soap or stupid American soap?), it's really nice to know that they're there, and that they know even less about this teen thing than I do. Whatever tensions there are between us, the different visions for college, the different priorities and values, there are moments when I just sit on the couch, my head on my dad's shoulder, half-listening to Jim Lehrer droning on about economy and Islam and war, shifting the undercurrent of strife temporarily out of focus, and just revel in the love and support of my family.
This Christmas I want more times like that, when the whole family just sits on the couch and share some quiet time together, tv ignored, homework irrelevent, computers forgotten.