One of my greatest regrets in life was that, growing up and even into adulthood, I was too self-absorbed to ask my parents to tell me about their childhoods, their lives before I was born. I was too busy trying to figure out who I was, wanted to be, and how I wanted to live my own life to ask them about theirs.
As a first generation American, I missed hearing the tales of their separate journeys from “the old country” to America, how they met after they got here, and how they managed to make it in their new country. I’m sure theirs would have been riveting stories.
But then they were gone and it was too late. I can’t imagine the fascinating and powerful tales I missed out on because of my being so self-centered. What a shame.
My kids are apparently chips off the old block. They seem not to be interested in hearing my stories either. They are too busy trying to figure out who they are, want to be, and how they want to live their own lives to ask me about mine.
What goes around comes around.
When I posted this, WordPress hadn’t yet posted its daily one-word prompt. So I decided to post my own one-word prompt using the word “regrets.” If anyone else wants to use “regrets” as a one-word prompt, please feel free to do so. And be sure to link to this post via a pingback.