Happy Birthday..... pt. 2

My mom calls me this morning and after the "hi"'s she asks - "Are you happy?"

A little puzzled I say "Yeah - why?"

"Well that's what dad and I wanted for you. So I thought I'd make my yearly question."

ok......

I suppose really though that it's not a bad thing if you think about it. The biggest thing my folks wanted for me was to be happy. Now that's not to say that grades, or a good job, or a family of my own wasn't on their wish list or weren't important to them. But above everything else they wanted me to be happy. If that meant a very prestigous career or a job that didn't pay much other than the bills. If that meant a husband and kids or single and traveling the world. If that meant living in the town I grew up in (where they still reside) or some far flung corner of the globe. They just wanted me to be happy.

I could say when I was younger and living at home - I thought my happiness was the farthest thing from there concern at times. But you grow up and look back and realize they were looking out for me, for what they believed was important. Many times they were right and often my views and beliefs ended up a bit different from theirs. But they still wanted me to be happy - whatever I figured that out to be.

Don't get me wrong they still drive me nuts - hey they are my parents... : ) but I know they love me and that they did what they felt was best.

And I don't think I turned out too bad.....