Good to see you!!! Gerontology- part one

Hello world!!! Welcome to My New blog.

If you are new to my sites,

“Hi  sweet heart, how do you do, you have lovely eyes, I love when those eyes go through every line I write, come again, I’m waiting!

If you used to read my other blogs,

 ‘well hi there old cactus! you look little taller now. This time I’m not going to make fake promises, you know that I’m not good at updating the account, So let’s be cool to each other, in good times and bad times, (you read my stuff, when I want you to read, no complaining, end of the story! )

So I’ve been thinking what to write. There are thousands of holly amazing and totally unexpected phenomena’s happening in the world. Every day is full of surprises in some places in the world; and in the rest everything is stupendously boring, life is yawning 24 x 7. As a person who is living in the crossing line, I think I must start with something more neutral and clean.

And that is why I’m writing about parents today.

I love my parents, true that sometimes I am rebelling to push my boundaries of freedom, but I love how they care and share. Being a bird is always better than being a kite, yet the truth is, even birds get tired wings. Every bird should get the privilege of having a nest so they could rest and fly better. Not far, not faster. But better: you can have your own definition for ‘better’.

I know what you are thinking. ‘what is C is getting at’ 

Back to the topic, in most of the cases, parents do everything within their capacity to raise up their kids to be cute smart prominent residents one day. I do not know whether you are aware of this, but you didn’t come out from your mommy’s tummy with a user manual. They figured out it all by themselves. You were munching everything and pooping everywhere. Now look at you! Woah! Rocking! Once you were small and stupid, learning how to write, ‘CAT’ and ‘RAT’  and today you are ,reading blogs, tweeting, facebooking.

Wait a minute didn't you miss anything?

What is the role your parents play in your new world? Are they blogging too? How much do they know about you? Yes the new you! Or how much do you know about them?

While you were growing up, they were growing old.

Did you notice that? 

As much as a child struggle through growing up, parents struggle through the period of growing old. Can you remember how much of a wonder the washing machine was for you when you were three or four? And can you remember how they tried to make everything clear to you, being so patient answering every stupid question you asked and tolerating every single tomfoolery you did to figure out the world.

Now it’s your turn to be patient and responsible. Start with something small, show them your world, if they are not computer literate simply make them. Tell them about the blogs you read, show them search engines. Let them search whatever they like, Making rose beds to artificial intelligence.

Let them learn once again. Do anything that could bridge the gap between the two worlds.

There is a cute word I can use here, when talk about aging.

Gerontology.

KIT to read about gerontology!  I know some amazing rituals some tribes perform when they are aging!

Bye for now, take care, be good!