Sunday, December 11, 2011

When the boot is on the other foot...

My, my. How things have changed. My oldest son has just chided me for being up so late last night and writing the previous post at 4 a.m. It doesn't seem all that long ago when I was having that discussion regularly with him. i.e. "Go to bl...dy bed."

The occasion last night was my younger son's birthday and I was inspired by some of the discussions we had had, as we were playing "Moral Dilemmas." I noticed that some of my answers have changed in recent years and my ethics have become somewhat "situational." For instance, I would probably no longer run back to one of the big supermarkets to tell them that they had given me too much change. Nor would I ring the bank if they overpaid me, though I did tell my ex- husband. I am pleased to report that I still wouldn't steal apples from an honesty box, because that would be stealing from a real person, rather than a faceless corporation which changes its ownership and its personnel, faster than you can say Fosters, or Qantas or Pacific Brands, and doesn't seem to have too much allegiance to place, people or morals itself. 

Anyway, I am pleased that all three of my offspring have turned into such responsible adults. Neither my youngest son nor his girlfriend drank last night and they especially wanted to do the celebrating on Saturday, so they could sleep it off on Sunday and be fresh for work on Monday. My oldest son who was a serious party animal in his younger days, has given up drinking completely and my daughter hasn't had a drop for about eighteen months because she has been variously pregnant or breast feeding. I am pleased to report too, that unlike their mother, all three also have responsible jobs.

I, on the other hand am delighted that I can now be somewhat irresponsible for a change and even more thrilled that I managed to stay up so late - I have been so tired lately and have actually been looking forward to going to bed (a sure sign of aging) and was really pleased that I didn't feel like dropping off  to sleep straight after dinner, or need a Nanny nap in the middle of the day.


The other thing that kept me up a little later was looking for the quote I wanted to finish off yesterday's post. That took a while, but I found a couple of others that I rather liked

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do you'll fantasise that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders.
Well try anyway!

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