there are many ways in which a person can be spoiled. the typical things one thinks of are:
and so i didn’t see it coming, but after this past weekend, i’ve realized spoiled can be used to describe me.
not in the ways detailed above, of course, because the ways in which my parents spoil me include them driving 300+ miles for a visit that lasted less than 48 hours, them picking up the checks at all meals despite my insistence that i could afford (and wanted) to pay for a north end dessert, them walking all over boston as we attempted to change up our usual routine, them explaining math to me, them tasting beer with me despite the fact our taste buds are seemingly unrelated (aka, we like opposite flavors), them patiently waiting (ok, dad was across the street in the bookstore) when i wanted to browse a little bit longer in a store, them taking directions from their directionally challenged daughter and following their own much stronger sense when i lost my way, them bringing me gifts of new dish towels because i needed some fall themed ones, them being flexible with the days’ events, them killing time by visiting my office and pretending to be interested in the technical aspects of my day job, them splitting a chocolate mousse dessert so i could have two cannolis, them sitting in hours of traffic, and them encouraging me always and loving me no matter what i do (or don’t do).
i never expected spoiled to arrive in so many different shaped packages — tiny, intangible, tasty, large, hilarious, family saturated moments, but then again, i do have an awesome set of parents, who are an amazing duo of role models, and two people i’m proud to giggle with and on the other hand take serious advice from.
i also never suspected i’d be so excited about receiving autumn themed dish towels either.
9 thoughts on “spoiled”
Aww, how sweet of them! Sounds like you had a lovely time. And how about a picture of those towels? :
you know, i thought about putting up a picture of the towels but i thought about it when i wasn’t near a computer and so this blog post had to remain without illustration. such is life.
They’re not spoiling you. They’re loving you. Parents like to do that. :)
ooh, so you’re saying i’m not spoiled?! i knew i liked you.
Double AWWWW for Linda on this one! Well played, lady, well played! :)
great compliment for them! love, grandpa
they earned it!
until a couple years ago, i never considered myself spoiled either, because i’m not one for the newest material things. probs because we never got them growing up. but a friend once told me that my parents must’ve spoiled me something fierce growing up. upon considering her statement, i realized it was true. i was spoiled in the sense that whatever i wanted (and it was in my parents’ power to give) i got.
it is an interesting practice to look at something you thought you knew (the definition of spoiled) from a completely different angle (non-material things). or, at least, i think it’s interesting. :)