Thanks Mom and Dad!

It was the spring of 1975. I was 17 and a senior in high school. I was going places. I was big time. I had the world by the tail. You all remember those days.

I came home from school one day and my Mom and Dad were standing in the hall. They were looking in their master bedroom and then my room which was right next to their’s. I watched for a minute as they looked in their room. Then they walked a few steps and looked in mine. They weren’t saying much they were just looking.

I walked down the hall and asked what they were doing. My Mom gave me some story about the color scheme not being right and matching. I had no reason to think anything was up other than a new coat of paint in one of the rooms. I never saw them looking any more that spring or summer. A new coat of paint was never applied either. So I pretty much forgot about what I had seen.

On the day I was leaving for college my Mom and Dad were pretty upset, or at least I thought they were. I was pretty upset too. I had packed my car and I was getting ready to head off on my own. I was going to make, and leave, my mark on the world. I also knew I had old Mom and Dad to fall back on if need be. Well, at least that’s what I thought. As I got in my car I rolled the window down. My Mom and Dad were both standing their looking at me.

My Dad looked a little forelorn and asked, “So this is it son. Do you think you are ever going to come back home?”
I was a bit sad, but I knew I had to reply saying, “No Dad. This is probably it. I might come back for a short visit every now and then, but it won’t be too often.”
A big smile crossed both my Mom and Dad’s face. My Mom turned to my Dad and said, “Good. We can finally tear out that wall between our bedroom and his and instead of a master bedroom we will have a master suite.”As I drove off I thought I could see them getting the tools out to knock down the wall!! Thanks Mom and Dad!