What I wonder about is why we love our children so asymmetrically, so entirely, knowing that the very best we can hope for is that they will feel about us as we feel about our own parents: that slightly aggrieved mixture of affection, pity, tolerance and forgiveness, with a final soupcon - if we live long enough - of sorrow for our falling away, stumbling and shattered, from the vigor that once was ours.
Saturday, June 01, 2013
Mom Gets Old
Adam Gopnik explores his feeling about parental love as his son prepares to leave for college:
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