Thursday, June 7, 2007

Role reversal

I feel very protective of my parents when they are in the big city.

You see, my parents have a unique sense of small-town honed idealism that doesn't seem to exist in such a metropolis or hardly anywhere in our society.

For instance, when I told my mom that I was a little disconcerted over the massive spider who has set up a home near my front stoop, she informed me that I would just have to tell him (out loud, of course, because spiders having psychical powers is a ridiculous concept) that I meant him no harm, and he would leave me alone.

My father is my prime example of a self-actualized individual. He is so at peace with everything that my high school best friend nicknamed him Ghandi. Of course, part of being at peace with everything is being very slow. I remember discovering that 12 hour trips with him took 8 hours with everyone else. He's the living example of someone who stops to smell the roses.

Whenever they come to visit me, I watch the city try to change them.

On their way for a Thankgiving visit, a trucker angry at my father's insistence at driving the speed limit, stopped them from making their exit and cornered them just off the highway with his big rig in an attempt at a confrontation.

It pains me a little when people bump into my mother without a word of apology, or are rude to her on the street, especially when she will strike up a conversation with anyone and is almost over-indulgent in her kindness to strangers. It's sad when she says hello or makes eye contact with people who are desperate to avoid such contact.

The idea of them becoming jaded city people like the rest of us is unbearable.

That's why I'm happy I always have to remind them of the city rules, such as getting to the bus doors before the bus stops (in my small town, the bus drivers yell at you if you stand up before the bus stops because they don't want you to get hurt) when they come to visit.

I hope these rules disappear from their minds the second they get back home.


Ant said...

That is kinda sweet, but I'm struggling to see your parents as complete corn-chowing bumpkins that haven't a clue about the big city.

Your own savviness must be at least in part due to the values they brought you up with - not just moral rectitude but wisdom of being mistrustful and that kind of thing?

I reckon they know the rules better than you think they do... :o)

Crashdummie said...

I loved your moms advice regarding the spider, how delightful! Did it work :)

Beth said...

Your parents sound wonderful - I don't think the "big city life" could ever change them - or their values.

Princess Pointful said...

My parents both lived in the big city in the past, so they certainly are not naive and clueless. They have taught me a heck of a lot and I am a better person today for it. I didn't mean to suggest anything but that. I just hate the notion of truckers chasing down my dad and people swearing at my mom-- it really doesn't happen where I come from, and I've watched a whole lot of people literally get chewed up and spit out when they do come to the city. Part of the reason I've been able to keep a sense of kindness and lightness about me is because of them.

psychgrad said...

I'm not very forgiving of big spiders taking residence on my front step. I think we have the same phobia.

Your dad moves at about the same pace as my dad.

The Little Student said...

My step-father sounds similar to your dad. I've always thought of him as having some hidden wisdom about the world, that no one else could understand.

Airam said...

I hope they disappear too. Us city folks are too "hard" on the surface sometimes. We should learn from people like your parents.