The Natural Progression
As life progresses I am progressively certain that much of our life is determined in the early years of our own lives. We live with our parents voices always over our shoulder long after they are gone. Perhaps it is their everlasting gift or, equally possibly, their ever present revenge. One way or another they tend to always be there in life and in death. I wonder how one day my voice will echo in the mind of my son. Hopefully positively or at the very least, elicit a quiet smile. It will probably resound mostly in my sarcasm or the stupid jokes that I make annoying and perhaps comforting in the same sentence. My mother’s voice often echos in my mind. It happens at so many different levels. Could it be that mother’s nag us more and that is why they stay with us? Everyday at work when the cleaning women makes her way through the office she stops to clean the restrooms. It always seems to happen at the moment I need to pee and I think she spends an excessive amount of insi