Being an Indian daughter is so much fun! Everyday there is something new with my parents. You would think becoming a wife would change things with my parents but it hasn't at all. In some ways of course they treat me different, I am of course a "woman now" and I have matured in some of my ways of thinking and I officially know how to cook. However, when my husband and I come home, we've come home. Mom and Dad still need us for the little things. I often wonder what they do when we are in Spokane, WA.
For instance, my mother was trying to schedule a doctor's appointment today, instead of pressing one to make the appointment, she pressed the number three on her cellphone. She had been doing this all morning long and went on to tell me that the doctor's office was closed. I told her to let me try, of course I did and I pressed the right number and someone actually answered the phone.
Little things like this make me wonder about them. I wonder how my mother made it across the WHOLE WORLD from INDIA to the United States. How did she not get lost? My father however, is still sharp and smart. As he ages, he is getting funnier and extremely talkative. He comes home and while we eat dinner, he tells us stories about how the cook at his work made spaghetti and how that is the NUMBER ONE thing he hates. Whenever he uses "number one" you know he is serious.
Watching my parents get older and older, it makes me smile. They are by far the cutest couple. Today we went on Skype and spoke with our family friend D. Joseph, my parents afterward told me that was the coolest invention they have ever seen. Even though they are not perfect and they've had their ups and downs. Somehow in the end, Jesus knew they were perfect for each other.
love
bina walker
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