The Nile and Parental Wisdom

Whew, right now my head is muddled in the land of ancient Egypt--the first big test tomorrow, so I'm furiously cramming about Amenemhat I & III, Imhotep, Sesostris I & II....not to mention trying to spell them! So back to the present for quick breather before returning to mummies and pyramids.

I'm also working on the second draft of my freelancing article--a profile on my aunt and uncle. They are the parents of nine kids, eight of which are adopted, including several different ethnicities and disabilities. Truly amazing parents--they both work full time and manage to keep going through their kids' special needs, endless doctor appointments, basketball games, and still eat supper together almost every night!

It has made me think of my own parents--amazing in their own right for raising me, my two sisters, and five brothers--including my four-year-old brother with Autism. I called home on Saturday and ended up talking with my dad for a while. At one point, I mentioned how much I appreciated everything he and my mom had done for me--and he stopped to thank me for saying that. I could tell from his voice that it meant a lot to him. Perhaps I need to say it more often. It's a funny moment when you realize that your parents, for all their "uncoolness" (to borrow from back in high school) were pretty much right all along. Well...it's back to the delta.